I’ve always wanted to inhabit my own body
A guilty pleasure
That shouldn’t be too much to ask
This soul has depth
Too bad it’s not tangible
You fools own your own body
How lucky it must be to have one, single, home
I travel from corpse to corpse
Address to address
A skeleton in disguise
Black: accused
Brown: degraded
White: spoiled
Purple, pink, orange, yellow
Constantly adjusting to new judgment
Give me one place I can reside
One string to strum
One puzzle to solve
One cup for coffee
One pill for my problems
Simplify this life
With just one solution.

Brother, Oh Brother.

His bird-like wings soar into inhibition
The poor soul
Containing his spirit in a Mason jar.
A purpose for every run
A destination for every walk.
Head down, chin quivering
Eyes black
Heart bleeding
Is this outcome my fault?
It’s difficult to lecture when I’m in need of a tutor
These high expectations give me rashes
No Mother to nurture
No Father to teach.
Out on the streets
With nothing but each other’s arms to cling to.
I yearn for wisdom,
To give him courage
To face his own reflection,
For the gaunt body staring back
Is his only knowledge of existence.
This is who we are
This is how we will remain
On our own
All alone
Four bare feet
Walking on broken glass.