Labels types and terms 
one more thing to be 
what happened to plain
old me how’d I 
become an expectation with
disappointment from a promise 
that I never made 
is it easy to 
point and say like 
I’m a click away 
little more than an 
item on some menu 
delivered by a stranger 

Will you grow bored
will I of this 
I’m empty maybe dry
all I find is lint
or old linty candy 
not much to say 
just quiet in darkness 
wondering where it went 
and if ever was

I’ve been a tailor 
for the last twelve 
years holding on by
a thread be it
sanity or madness it
was my life I lived 
running like a fugitive 
from my love crimes
buying time rather than 
serving it I knew 
that one day I
would one day find 
my island and there
I would finally rest 
atop sand beneath sun
listening to the sea

This alone 
I feared
once is
now my
friend loves 
we are
and no
one else 
is welcome 
to our 
tea party 
for one 

I’m moving farther back 
into the bushes and 
beyond swallowing and disappearing 
like rocks that dunk
having been tossed far
humility does this thing 
erases what was important
or seen as such
not much really here
that ever really happened 
just a simple life