Sirs & Madams

I needed to take a chance
On an old pipe dream
So I packed up my whole life
But not for the first time
And I made my way there
Travels bring hurdles
And hurdles make some fine scars.

Z

Retire into beds
Into nothingness
A relationship with words coming to an end
Maybe it can dress up as something new and become attractive once more
But now
It is simply 'goodbye'.

Y

You can carry me past the daggers that people stare my way
And then I might just
Glance
Sometimes when I look at you I think how I don't know you at all
And other times I know I could probably be your biographer
Maybe I've made up the facts, but I've been underlining all the good parts
It's my secret book
Hidden under layers of bedroom sheets and mattresses
Or guilt and shame
If you ever found it you'd realize how I really see you
And I wouldn't dare ever be that exposed
Like some throwaway trashed out novelty
Four photographs for a dollar
At the antique shop in that part of town
People only drive through some of the time.

X

Thought I saw your face on somebody else
Could be that
Worthlessness
Has a specific look
I'd ask how you are, but I really don't care.