My Soul

Neither happy nor sad: but somewhere in between; and watery
Eyes—shy of tears; and she dies somewhere; and I retreat
Somewhere; and we cry somewhere—alert to death. I crawl
The sky, and kneel a flame; and acid air—aware of grief; and

So much—a stained soul; and so much—to believe; and so
Little—a grand goodbye. I’m cringing—a tender pain; and so
Many rashes, and long sleeves, and tattoos; and touch a
Wound—a naked scar; and plead the Ghost—a neighbor’s

Angst; and change faces—a mental frame; and see the self—
A subtle wink. Hold a nightmare—and give it comfort; indeed,
Scream a miracle; for life, a running rain; and pain, a fallin’
Joy; and we die so proud—a sewer of dreams; and we hide so
Well—a sea of trees; and die my life; and live my death; and
Strew dejection—our curse.