Maybe I loved Lake Huron
Because it felt undying
Unresting
Swelling and battering
Rising up and decrying
Having its fits
Condemning;
Itself unsure if it is
Condemned
Neck deep
I stood there for
A while.
So as I rejected everything
So did it with me
A two undying
Our greyish
Brownish bluish
Greenish
Fractal capping spray
Tucked into
A pocket of pines.
O’ way out
In the wilderness.
I want you to know it is me.
Between the windows and
Others,
I am the one
That you will not live through.
Since we’re heading right back to this and all…
I didn’t crumble
When the carpet was swept
I found the floor with my hand
And pulled myself back
Up again
I used to ask why
Why I should
What for?
But I see now
One is a dead end road
Whereas the other is
Not
Oh boy I just
Cut
Myself down, from
All the normalcy I’d built
Over months
On the possibility that you
Might be mad at me
Game over
All my friends:
“come on man, just do it! Come with! It’ll be great!”
Me: what about ____________, and _________, and ________?
“oh. Idunno I didn’t think about that. I do not think about others.”
Because of the fires up north
The moon is a bloodied red
