The Dark Fell With Amnesty

"Quit playing Call of Duty, quit wasting your stupid life! I’m hitting up the streets with Jeff, about to print my ticket and other plane-related shit, and upon returning I shall tell you about the worst emotional mugging of my lifetime."

So goes the dial-tone
          echoing like a foghorn

two bowls out of luck

                   while taxis idle cross-eyed

I steal another cigarette

                            from Jeff, who is sprawled

over his sheets
                                my paperwork is ready
I only wanted to
hear you I knew
you'd be sour

I got what I asked for

                trapped inside an
hourglass

         cracked and sand

                 now spilling

out this ear,

                                                                                                                             into these hands                

           trembling                          wired           I can’t feel
the cold cradling
            my baby breath

light, let my memory not lead me away

grant me the winds to aid my tired oars

and the grace to lose what is already lost

for I’ve never felt so displaced as I do now

give me the luck to pass the crowded way

and to open up what's always been closed

so goes the prayer

of the failure