Waiting

A man said, "I have a life."
He spent it all trying to live up to his
statement.
Others were afraid to see him cry
Because they'd remember the things
they're running from themselves.

"You make as much sense as a circle."
O yeah?
"You make as much
chaos. Don't the two ever meet?"

Well the kids just stick to one
or the other, they don't join hands
crosslegged and sing
stupid little affections.

Well, I have this handle,
and I can build the door. But
I can not create the room.
That's yours.

Who's? I use my logic
to write things off.
I'm a constant voice box of
crisscrossing noise
Some of them are numbers chanted
while underneath it all
her mouth makes love to
reason.
I don't even know where they're escaping to.
I never focus on myself
I'm always focused on myself.

They explain to me fragmentation
and I laugh
and Jeer at them with my spear
and everything I was born to imagine
comes through me like an excuse.

I sing and breathe and I let go
as a stone falls,
interrupted before it touches ground.

You're so massive, you waste time
differently. You're schizophrenic.
This has no value. I'm telling you this.

My friend lost his mind today,
he's going around uttering
pieces of what he was born with
He feels no shame, needs no
excuse. I am not my friend, friend.

You are my friend, in that hospital
Where I tried to warn you
I said
Come Back.
I said
Withdrawals wrack reality,
but they're not you.
I said
This magic chant's all I got
because I'm in a place
more real than that guy, right?
Right. Broken nonsense
on a cool afternoon he's been
in the hospital
all night, his father told me.

I didn't have to make him up.
Well, atleast he's not trying to kill people
all strung out on that xanax, right?

Who are you talking to?
Who here can criticize?
I need your rules, desperately
And the man no longer had a life
no longer wanted one.

He was both right and wrong
And then he was gone. happier than
you, sitting on this page,
Waiting.