Dark Summer

The Sky is streaked with endless summer

A still skeleton of a tree, gnarled, thousand fingered, stark

A green parrot hops between the bones

Probing into the empty ghosts of fruit

Long leaved brown husks still hanging

I am leaving this window soon

For another shell in an industrial park

In this city a thousand cancers are being removed today

And I sit here nursing my death wish

My blessings

Force me to accommodate

My Life

It has come upon me too soon again

This death wish

While I Float without Meaning or Reason or Purpose

Exiled to life

Exiled to life