Agnostick

It's a waste to aspire to,
Want, or desire to
Believe that my boot
I could dare off my boat
Would hold its space good,
I could stand where I stood.

But if I were
Looking just so on the mirror,
Through the surface, on a wave,
Stepping stones would be there
for me, hold again as they have,
& no one'd be the wiser.

Surety, sure

Right away I've forgiven
What I've been given.
I might say I'll take it
What I might now have.

I've taken my lot, my vacant lot.
And I'll water down the ardent growths
That break through spots, my weakest spots.
I'll wander down the advent of loss.
I'll instill my wander with intent.

word math ("Pre-Dawn Alchemy")

There's some
confusion some frustration
smack in the blue smoke
up in the projection booth,
"I couldn't & shouldn't
have ordered this show.
And that's the truth."

The wrong epic screenplay
is not long enough.
If there's subtle subtext
it's lost in the rough.
And if I know how laughtracks go,
my own is so low
it's a private joke.

I've known
you can draw yr own conclusions
(Use pencils fit
with fat eraser)

Desires and Goforth fires I'm put out.
Old deserts. It's cold out.
I've a drought to drink about.
I've chosen pre-dawn alchemy,
actually.
a good chaser.

talk

Honestly, I’m a liar
I can’t even to my own self be true
(Afterall, he stalls, he would be balking
giving himself a good talking to)
I don’t see fit to say “Don’t ask”
I would benefit if you get
me to talk.
To me it’s too tall a task.
Yet I’ve chosen..
Let me loosen to let go