King of the Hill

Lights have been peeled from pine trees.

January has burned hotter than redwood.

I can’t stop thinking of angels when the planes pass away,

and they expect me to love when there is so much hate.

I hate spiders but I’ll never kill them.

I try to sleep in even though I am a morning person.

I lose myself constantly

from ADD but I think there is something new happening to me,

I am learning how to fight for survival,

of me and you.

Never let me go.

The world is going blind,

we are spinning in a world of closed eyes,

I am getting dizzy,

losing sick leave

left and right, who can’t seem to help us fight.

Never let go.

I’ll look for you, everywhere,

through the wind, frost,

or this new fangled summer snow.

I am tired of collecting ghosts,

names on paper or captions on social media posts.

I just want to sit in the alley,

like Hank Hill and those he loves most.

Propane is on sale, but it can’t put the fires out.

Smoke is choking the hurt down.

Prayers and condolences fill my brain,

but I am getting burnt out trying to figure out what to say.

I am in the business of attempting to take away your pain,

but my loan got denied,

so we must mourn on a budget.

I am so sorry for your loss

of body and mind,

I wish your Time was much more kind.

Propane is on sale, but it can’t put out the fire.

I just want to relax in the alley,

watching life spin on the back of spider,

steal us in silver so we can love

forever.

Never let go.