Like the last breath I will breathe, like home to me.

Did I see a flash of gold, of that precious ticket that you hold?
Did I see your white teeth pass me by and never gave them a chance?
I think the knife hurt us all.
Dream.Real.Dream.Real
reality. No, the fortune did not say anything about this.
Let
it
go
Let
  this
          go.
Stay.
                  Stay with me, these
are the last minutes I have inside the eye of this storm.
        Is this real, not real?
Are we barely living, or living barely?
                      Your question of what
we
had.
No chance at all.
I saw your golden ticket and off you go.
Tell the mad hatter I say hello,
tell the queen I wanted you.
Tell
     your
            lovers
     that
           you
                 will
always be
w
   r
    a
      p
    p
  e
d
          r  o
       a      u
            d n
this
fraud.
Wasting such a perfect age,
                                   Such a let-
               



                                                          down.

A monologue to God

I turn twenty-one this weekend and I don't know if you'll be in the neighborhood or not, but if you are anywhere near 1902 and you could spare a few minutes for a talk, or a walk, or a hug, or a feeling or a breeze, my schedule is wide open.
It's okay if you can't, I get it.Times are hard, things are changing.
Did you see that the leaves have finally begun to fall?
I sat out in my porch today and I witnessed one of my lasts, for who knows if and when I'll ever be here again.
Anyways, let me know if you have time to spare. I will also welcome you if you come unannounced.
Even if you don't come I'll be looking out to the horizon;
My only hope is that we haven’t abandoned each other entirely.