WHAT HEALING FINDS

WHAT HEALING FINDS
6/3/96

My mind won’t budge
Like fallen anchors
Or running in wet sand
Chased inside a dream
And sleep just plays a slight of hand
Bad memories leak like Exxon tankers
Time’s mirror can hold a brutal grudge

That night will sheen
Even dark has reflections
Like a midnight vanity
My eyelids close like shitty blinds
And the moon won’t shine serenity

But scars are signs of cured infections
And scabs are always there in between
What healing finds

Early 1996

My ashes feather down in front of me
My eyes sweat
I don’t want to see
It lingers like a camera flash
Like looking at the sun
And I have