all in all another fall won't even make a dent

And then came the hurricane
The storm of oh five
Everyone was promising
That I’d come out alive
That it would all be okay
And it did seem to be
Except that some of these mornings
I wake up lost at sea
So I send out these signals
Every word here’s a flare
But on ocean, as on land
No one notices me there
And there is a hole in my vessel
The water’s coming through fast
Littered with nachos and "niches"
Souvenirs of what’s past
Airport detours and e-mails
And fucking “Adored”
It is sinking me down
I throw it all overboard
That doesn’t stop me from capsizing
Or save me from the drink
I put myself in this position
That’s what’s making me sink
Yes, I punched the holes in the bottom
Of my own goddamn boat
“Chump, no one’s gonna save you!
You better learn to just float!”



...i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm 6 feet of sorry
how could he watch me treading water?
and why did he give up so completely?
how did it all become simply fodder
for bad poetry?