work is a nightmare.
I am still in love with her.
reading Hamlet in Clintondale.
during the Silent Depression.
I wonder what living.
in the afterlife is like.
cuz sometimes living.
in this beforelife.
is either a lightning strike.
or poems about the moon.
in a basement open mic.
it's important to sing lullabies.
to swallow the pain.
and shit it out.
on a MetroNorth train.
find the distraction.
that let's you live.
find the silence.
that allows you to be loud.
find the love.
that diminishes the hate.
find the muse.
that makes you you.
happiness is band-aids.
over bullet holes.
but pure joy is a red-hot poker.
to close the wound.