What one man was

Never wanting to be forgiven

Asking again with out receiving

Believing nothing and eating everything

Grasping it all inside thin stiff hands

Now removing the film, an image, under exposed.

You’ve sat on the rooftop of your sister’s apartment

Burning because of an poorly lit Christmas tree

And hide in the smoke of the night as lights twinkle with a million sirens shouting your name.

Skate on ice in dreams with your lover, and your family

You as a father, your wife, your child

And avoid the open water

You’re legs are wet now

You’re wearing jeans and the pant legs freeze to your skin

You’re never yourself.