3.18.17

I am a lonely sinner
some may say i’m not okay
as i live in my box,
a box full of scribbled & ignored music notation paper
holding a pen with no ink

some same say only the Holy know what to say
when living in a box all alone
a single tear drops in my nappy garden
& wets the paper with splotches

dots. notes. sprinkle on, starkid, like the purple rain drops of yesteryear

that sing a melody that reminds me of you somehow

maybe i’ll let it play as i pour another drink