it is easy you can be me

Do I have dead eyes?

To puddled rain or cars blown by?

Recounting all the times I’ve tried outstaring the mirror

trying to make them move.

No, yeah, I’m listening to you.

I’m just fighting rose and mustard fumes -

a pillar salt unstuck in time.

It is easy, you can be me.

As you see me, you can be me.

It is easy if you try.

It is a shotgun blast - an awakening cold water splash,

The tires hit the strips and memories flash

and for a moment they’re alive.

You see my phantom limb,

stretch from my back seeking connection.

Now you hate the place it meets your skin.

A poison thorn into your side.

It is easy, you can be me.

Find a feeling, and hold on screaming.

It is easy if you try.

Now I’m recalling tantrums on a college visit,

people fleeing from their prisons.

Everything has been forgiven. Everything.

It is pathos blaring through the stereo.

It is letting people down.

Everything has been forgiven when a friend makes me feel found when I’m alone.

Do you ever feel invisible?

Does anyone know you at all?

Sometimes I want to shake the whole worlds skull and scream,

“You’re gonna miss it all your life.”

I hide from all my words.

I run into a thicker herd.

When no one sees me then I just won’t hurt.

Another pauper in the pile.

It is a shotgun blast,

an awakening cold water splash -

Everytime I try to hold the past it turns to sand before my eyes.