Some mazes are found within.
Some get lost, and never find their way out.
Some have mazes with no way out.
Anxiously they run from one side of the maze to the other
Combing through the barbed wire hedge
The cracks in this primitive stone walls
Crashing like glass bottles
For a window
Into a genuine
Most abysses are far from this earthen surface
The longest, hardest trails can’t be walked
The hardest struggles are not of the body
But of the soul
The worst hurt won’t be
At the end of rusty box cutters
When you refuse to hand over
To the parasites
In the darkest streets.
In the mind
Where there’s no road flares
No street signs
Just a black hole
To descend further
And further into
Drink in hand
Eighth one since I got here
I search the bar
Playing my game
Looking for the next chess piece to move
I pull off my rounds
Find another bird to sit next to
Gentle caress finger tips
A murmur in her ear
Asking where she wants to go tonight
Who’d she rather take out
The King or the Queen
Would she win or lose
Will I go home
Or will she play for another round?
I stumble away
When I’m done eating palm
And your raging rejection’
I can barely recite the sentence
The one playing on repeat
Since I figured what my dick was.
I see her across the bar
Hiding beneath curtains of hair
I don’t blame her
Her Small craters
Extra-terrestrial black hairs growing out of bulging moles
Zits on lumped cancerous, brick in a Ziploc bag tits.
If I hadn’t been a shot away from death I would have gagged
Even she sent me to another board
Saying “not tonight pal”
For another game of chess