i am leakingof my own accordto relive every fucked up momenta hundred lifetimes over,and to pull them in the pit with meso the gaping abyss isn't as lonely.
my heels dig into the dirtelbow up, eyes aheadwatch her handscount the wind-upfirst, second, third, then homefirst, second, third, then home is all i have to gobreatheplay through the painrun even as her fastball hits you in the gutand you trip along the basesand bruise your ribs dodging a tag outwince and you're benchedfail and you're donefreeze and the crowd of eyes watching will all know what you've been told beforeuselesspathetic
eyes glued to the groundthroats clearedand smiles stretched thinthey count the patterned tiles one-by-onetwo-by-twoas if the answer will fix my problems
sitting here waitingfor the light to turn green andthe world to make sense againi suddenly realizedeach hazy blur of traffic passing byeach blasting radio preaching The Wordeach teeny-tiny passenger on that teeny-tiny airplaneis telling an epic story of a worldfull of thousands of paths to thousands of other livesin which i am nothing
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.