20 Proof Truth

memory is self serving,

and always so defensive.

wistful;

sedated and

fucked up on something-

how diluted we have become.

moonbeams come trembling in,

hesitant

afraid.

resentment can

and will

eat you alive.

“sometime

in the course of these days

the lesson turned out to be

you just can’t unring the bell.”

inspiration leaves me

bruised and broken

with my face flat against the wall

fantasy

however well planned out

and thought through

is always a letdown.

just so you know:

it’s lousy if you didn’t.