ten years my senior
was a lovely winter
regardless the splinter
the rope, there was no hope
i’ve seen lows
i’ve blown smoke
i’ve joked
slept without a home, left my robe
been unable to say no
didn’t you know?
i’m alone
i live in my frontal
wishing i lost temporal
that my thoughts weren’t perpetual
you say we’re at two different stages
but i’ve flipped pages
played on stages
if only i were an angel and i hadn’t seen faces
then maybe, i wouldn’t play in ranges
look for a chase or something outrageous
but i like to think i’m courageous
i like something dangerous
because painless
who wants painless
isn’t that pointless?