THE MECHANIC Dirt-drenched knuckles self-taught genius listening to the rumble of an engine through a different stethoscope A screwdriver to the ear telling secrets in a language only he can comprehend

TO DO The list is long guilt grips it coldly and firmly barely visible to the naked eye Some entries have seen years others are simple afterthoughts worn and torn on corners Bent and rusted like a metal

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GAMES AREN'T FUN I am sitting on the lower seat of a see-saw the bottom scraping jagged rocks like a scar I am at the bottom rung of a ladder watching others above me succeed I am standing on the platform

TATTOOS ON A YELLOW NOTEPAD After a week of nothingness stagnation in body stillness but the mind races Through waves of ideas and regret past promises and unrequited dreams only left as tattoos on a yellow

LEEWARD SIDE Roll me up in an old sleeping bag and carry me to strange places where strange voices make beautiful music And the distant waterfall can still be heard above the roar of the blinding stars

CREATIVELY DEHYDRATED I am creatively dehydrated to drink or not to drink How can I create without my liquid inspiration How do I miss my favourite short buzz on the way up Without avoiding the long drought

HOMEMADE WINE AND WORDS Don't play me this way the dirt road kicks up dust and the most incredible memories In the moment I am frozen a still frame replaying the movie that was our life Laughter fire red

SPRING CLEANING The daunting task we automatically avoid Pushing the pleasure of completion further from our dirty hands We must enjoy the snarled mess wading with the bottom dwellers Mirroring in them

EMPTY-HANDED The skull ring is not you But it is I'm tough I'm cool And by the way just for your information It's not for anyone else but me How is it not me not even a little I can pull it off no one

SUNLIGHT AND COFFEE Lose yourself in sunlight and coffee Postpone the day ahead Just for a little while just this once Close your eyes open your ears to the sounds of life Perfection be grateful for the

TRAIL OF TEARS Everyone is awesome every child is amazing Except me no one noticed the swift pencil strokes Hidden genius never to be uncovered or applauded And if for some strange reason you try to look

OUTRUN Sometimes I want to run forever Away from the noise pollution And those who don't listen Even away from my own thoughts That hurt and burn holes in my soul But the sun eventually sets If you wait

HEARTSONG Travel with me the length of a heartsong So close our bodies and our ideas embrace A blanket of sound and lights warm us As we move as one making no sound on the hardwood A spinning fixated gaze

NO THANK YOU The wind pushes on my chest telling me to wait and think first Before calling and pouring my heart out on the line left for hopeless romantics The sun blinds me like seeing stars after taking

DO I GET A RECEIPT FOR LOVING YOU Do I get a receipt for loving you for all the times you smiled thank you Seconds before when I knew it was coming and seconds after when you froze me My two favorite moments

IN THE BASEMENT Intrigue under covers and in closets especially in the basement Where closed boxes hold memories and secrets never to be revealed in the light of day Darkness and dampness fuse them together

YOU ARE You are a rubik's cube with stickers removed You are a thought that keeps happening You are a lotion that soothes my raw feelings You are a song too heavy for instruments You are a fading tattoo

SAFETY NET Safety net with holes so big to catch nothing Cast perfectly circling every one of your desires You get to watch it all slip away from your grasp But oddly feel at peace knowing the net exists