Bucket

I am beside myself
But we have nothing to say
What I thought I knew so well

Has crept on paws to meet
With distracting incompletion
I am beside myself

Waiting for him to come join
This lonely pool of wisher's coins
What I thought I knew so well

Has trapped me waiting to expect
What I'm sure I thought would come next
I am beside myself

And soon with a sense of peace
I'll find solace in my bucket seat
What I thought I knew so well

My fingers, shaking, await their cue
The chime to turn to chapter two
I am beside what I thought I knew
So well. I am myself.

K Street

We're always two weeks away
From a place thats so dark
that they

Think that they know so well
Why she would
Choose this hell.

But I know as I
Watch her smoke
Exhale in sighs

That she feels that round
This corner
She'll be found.

I see her take her walk
To cars
And tell them to park.

Its been much more than two weeks
And she feels
That she brought defeat

No one stands outside
With cold sores
In the night

And picks up the knifes
Dropped down
By lonely lives

Thinking with stains
They're cleaning
That they

Ever possessed the teeth
To bite down and hold on
To just two weeks.

Shine

I have seen the greatest minds of my generation
Dumbfounded with shock at a power's outage
Comfortably sacrifice their own.

Listless amid inseams and wanton
Frugal with their sincerities
Crowning heads from dilated inverse

Canals. I have seen the greatest minds of my generation.
I watch them for some things in their steps hoping
There is something unique about their whole to

Impress the deeper of my diamond shine
Coral reefer
Madness. I have seen the greatest minds

Of my generation. I am yet to
See them
Shine.