A Criminal

A man stood alone
pondering.
He looked on pensively.
Content to stare.
Not at one thing in particular.
Only at the open air.
Some place right before him.
A spot set in front of his eyes.
Where speckles of dust floated violently.
In small movements.
And into oblivion.
A man stood alone
pondering.

Misplaced Confidence

The conception of solace is a foreign concept

As each new nights brings with it new vices

And with those comes the voices

Tearing at the inner workings of my inner ear

It is a long lost notion that this nation suffer through its regurgitation

Deliberately falling to be picked up by gorgeous angels

To falter just to be carried by lustful mermaids

In the midst of catastrophe they leave the video playing

While they go fornicate with woodland fairies

It isn't planned to be this way

It isn't envisioned to be chaos

It isn't hoped for catastrophe

But it is openly negligent

The caps are left off the pens

Loose wiring is attached to shattered bulbs

The super is out on a date

Not with a partner

But with himself

Obsessed with his own selfish self worth

Constipated with ideas

That he kept backed up so that he didn't sound too smart

Stepping in line till his ideas are in line

Lost are the original thoughts

The world saving plans

Overflowing into the overflow

Like so much rain water

Sucked down the gutter

Forgotten and smelling like raw sewage

Don't judge me if I can't sleep

Don't stare at me with seedy eyes

Just because my mind wanders

A excess boils over

And we are fed the burned up leftovers

As cataclysm feeds cataclysm

Just because a game of texas hold-em

Was more important than nuclear launch codes

Committed to a hospital for mild irritation

Right under the sensitive spot

Right behind the groin

Where they were swiftly kicked

When they tried to make a positive impact

Now satisfied with making any impact

As long as it gets them on the talking video box

Solace isn't here

Solace went away

Solace is,

 well, 

astray.

An Apology Rested

An apology rested there

Un-seasoned

Bare and simple

Just waiting

But no one picked it up

Un-handled

Un-wanted

Despite its silent pleas

No one cared

It was resting in plain sight

Forgotten

But within their vision

Such a simple solution

Long neglected

Long defective

Passing it's expiration date

On the loop around

Un-salted

Un-satiable

Decieving all that they cared

Though none pocketed the thing

An apology wasted

A long term band-aid

Left to rest beside an open wound

Just a minor cut

Left to fester

Left to tear

Becoming a hated thing

That burned with every touch

Still, a solution lay there

An apology resting.

A reminder of a sin

But not a solution for forgivness

In their eyes of course

Eyes long blurred

Long over due for prescription

Glasses

Tastelessly left out in the sun

Staring at storm clouds

Because they couldn't turn their heads

To stare at calmness

Focusing on calamity

But with no focus

Everything was calamity

But before

An apology sat there

Ready

Waiting

Un-neccesary

Un-advised

Even by the brightest

Such a simple solution

Such a quick way to fix it

But we left it like shards of glass

Right there

On the floor

Repeatedly stepped on

Repeatedly trampled

Condoned to the crunch under foot

Under toe

Wishing inside to fix it

Wishing inside there was a solution

Now overwhelmed with the pieces

Un-satisfied

Un-convinced

That there would ever be a way

There still is

But beneath the grains of sand

For thats what the glass became

Was hopelessness

They gave up

We gave up

The pieces are all there

There's just so many

It can always be fixed

But its difficult

And the apology waits

Still waiting

An apology always rests.

The Trouble as it Started

There were half a million reasons to depart
Though, I found it hard to choose
It would have been fonder to have it be less
Maybe just less than zero
Or decided for me
In essence I'm weak
And the weekend is arriving
Tasking me to rest
While the workers get done
While the fates dawdle along
Convicted of meandering
Deemed unfit to task anything at all
There were all those reasons and then some
But I wanted to retire
Slink back into my skin
Hide behind my pale flesh
That hadn't seen the sun for as long as the sand upon the beach
For as long as winter beat us through and through
Out and out I failed
Wishing just to sit,
Maybe sleep,
Maybe fade away,
Not having to think a thousand thoughts
For all the million choices
Subtracting the limited limitless of my pondering
Convincing myself to twist into pretzel like tangles
Falling apart at the seams
Wishing it was all an uncanny dream
For all of those million decisions
For one simple puzzle
It wasn't fair to buzz me wrong
When I'd still hadn't thought of an answer.