You picking tea leaves off of the fence
for morning tea while I was
unemployed
and banking,
happy to do you
right and let you shed light on
backward history
telling me all the bad things Eric used to be
lips to his bottle and hands on his model
wife and kids black and blues
to music that only he could hear
being with you then
in that short time span
made oh so much
about the tree
all. so. clear.
Meeting up with your
religious addict friends,
your watch towered
back handed
complimenting bends,
pretending like I gave a shit
and playing it well
acting like I didn't hear
the side ways glances and the tells
hearing you try to be
everything you thought you out to be
to those second hand fiends
using you for your
good will and sapping your means
watching your children
neglect all your needs like
come on man
can't you see she's on her knees
not even a last leg
not even a place to beg
but you still saw it through,
a way maybe because
I am from a time too new to be clued.
Too new to be glued,
too late to be thought through
why, when I was
happy to be all about truth
did you see a way
preserving bullshit bridges
to burn the last one
standing over
water
between me and you.
I said goodbye once,
I won't do it again
what is is the beginning
little pieces toward my end
and I'm happy as hell that your gone from this Earth
because life's too short
and I ain't got time
to stay hurt.
Check 'em off.
