only thing he's good for

you think I love you, I don’t
borrowed words from someone else’s cocktail napkin
I may be little more than a shadow, or footprint
Always running after some nova burning brighter than me
Elusive, abstract. Liar.
I know every word you would say before you say it
You want forgiveness and absolution in my eyes and arms
And will never find it, there nor anywhere else
It’s the alleys for you. Drunk, drug-addled and memory not worth a nickel
Scouring every lost corner of your brain for that one shard of brilliance you possessed at five

In the waking hours, maybe I see you
Before steel and the sickness in your heart twisted you
You were supposed to be
A poet, a farmer, a father
You would have worked, an honest man in an honest land
But now, look what they’ve done to you
Playstation and seven too many chemical baths
Crawl, crawl, crawl
I alone, and also on my hands and knees
May meet you again someday
By cool water, clean air, a thousand years into the past or twenty thousand years into the future