But—My Dystopian Nightmare

My Memories continue…
I am still alive …

Sometimes,
My life is mud!

Poop in my pants
Pee in my crotch

My life in a wreck
My love lost in the aftermath

What
The f will I do?

Now I’m a spilled cocktail on the floor
A drunk without a drink

My mail is unopened
Useless junk

I label it “Return to Sender”
The recipient is no longer alive

Useless
Is the description on my resume

Of my life’s
Total dysfunction.

My thread isn’t unraveling
It’s the whole sweater to the birds

Dylan – “Blowin’ in the Wind”?
I’m just
a mess of scattered graffiti

On Main Street?
Just my bedroom

My flag? Not flying!
Laying in the yard getting pissed on by the neighbor’s damn dog

What the f
Will I do?

Is there a mate
For a misfit?

Maybe a
Neighbor?

What the F
I don’t have a clue

But,
I got a chainsaw

HaHaaa
Civilization unhinged

The Chainsaw Gospel
I believe, But,

My North Star
Will bring me home

The scars I own
I will survive

The Love I deserve
Will bring me home

The smile you gift
Worthy of a poem

A life with you
I wish for

When my hand
Reaches out for yours

And you respond
A sigh I gasp

Chaos is
Controlled

After my life collapsed
Laying on the floor lifeless

Wondering
Pondering

A moment of enjoyment
The peace and stillness

Of death
Relief from the agony

Before
It roars back when reality returns

Oh,
The tapestry of life

I think
I need a quilt

Like band-aides
On my wounds

The patches
Will tell my tale

I’m smiling
Still

Teeth broken
Cracked bones

Damaged hands and feet
Blackened eyes

Bleeding and punished,
In a jail my infection inflicted

But, happy
I’m alive

With a future
All, from a simple, beautiful smile from you.

And I
Am still gasping for breath

Because You
Are so beautiful

And
So precious in my life…