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.