Not use ~ don’t use me  

Use me right or lose me  

I ate and feel ashamed  

Lame life and counter heist  

It’s obtrusive ~  

 

Screaming sirens  

Audibly abusive  

Singing shamans  

Haven’t problems  

Just messaging  

With the yin  

Who have all been 

Used up 

 

Real words 

Real words  

Everything I ever dreamt to do 

Fell through  

 

Real words  

I breathe in particles  

Of a dried up discentagrating dictionary I disposed of improperly last year  

 

Real words she says  

then I storm off  

from a rehearsal  

I feel I am tagging along  

as my replacement is practicing his songs well and I dwell  

in darkness and choke ~

on the dust particles of that dictionary  

as she says why don’t you use  

Real words ~

but I am a flake and scared  

I can not blame the sacred space 

for its position  

when I knew of it  

and kept going back  

for another opinion  

 

my young father at a beach house smoking a cigar dreaming big ~  

my young mother talking loudly almost mad ~ startling when she is inspired

 

Real world  

not a dream,  

not a dream,  

not a dream ~  

real. 

 

But don’t trust me