You don’t know

I am afraid you don’t understand

what you don’t know

and you know very little

of the madness that ensues

I’m afraid your crescendo

falls in the wrongs highs

of my recklessness

of the animal who ensures

that we never stop running

hunting

prey and predators baby

are my design

and some comic fate you will become

for stories to children and peers

about needles and procedures done wrong.

Don’t be my errors

don’t be the function of my broken heart

don’t be the missing string in my guitar

don’t be the shitty acoustic song.

Don’t be my terror

because scared I am whenever I see you

singing tunes  to my broken heart

being the lost soul of my guitar

being the last call at the bar.

(2014)

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