Second Law

It’s more like a spy film 

   And less like a western, 

But it still kicks dust in my eyes.

When the view is an exit wound, 

I’m happy to be the bad guy. 

But, Oh Mercy!…. I promise I’m safe;

I emptied my mouth 

     of bitten bullets and quiet restraint. 

Oh! but still, you forget yourself. 

You forget yourself. 

Oh! but still, you honor me, 

Like a word from Deuteronomy. 

Remember, strange dreamer,

Everything is just a feeling. 

Oh Mercy!  Im dreaming….

In pearls and hope 

Live wires and letting go-

I know how it looks, but

I’m just trying to wish myself home.