On Tuesday, I stepped outside with my feet on the land
On Thursday, I said goodbye with my hand in the sand

This is not the life I wanted

Glistening housefly, its legs glued to a piece of tape
Wings struggling against the phantom of taking shape

This is not the life I wanted

Angellic moist droplets fill my lungs with the squirm of dread
What is life lived, without seeing a vast field of the dead?

This is not the life I wanted

Take twice, hands filled, offering up pale summer’s damp ice
Stay there, don’t hurt, fabled solace channels near vice

This is not the life I wanted

Wet concrete stone splattered against a falling branch
Two, three leaves fall, accumulating into an avalanche

This is not the life I wanted

Sensory echoes forming shallow memories wishful past
Relinquished in tempestuous tide, the hope of blithe last

This is not the life I wanted

Tepid connection fashioned to hallow furious undertones
Shapeless mummy haunted by winter’s dry wishbone

This is not the life I wanted

Disassociative dimples, ripped dress and bleached armor
Fanciful ferocious feathered fraternal fatherfucker

This is not the life I wanted

Repressed palate, enervated soul, resourceful wicked bastard
Bemoaned knight of restoration, unto thee forlorn dastard

This is the life I had