House Proud

I negate the laundry

And choose instead 

To fold words into piles

And tuck them neatly away

In my soul drawer

To use again some day

Entropy

I woke up sober

And the world no longer tinted

Under a smoked lense

Yet it remains distorted

Through the broken filter

Of my brain

And everywhere your smiles

Are pulling faces

Mocking me

And everywhere your fingers 
Crooked

Convicting me

Whispering voices mispronouncing my name

And you grow weary of my stalactitic tears

As the years chase away the clarity of youth

And wear me down to the gnarly bone

Discharge

Don't rescue me

I'm finally free

I found my smile

Under a pillow of clover

And when I lay down

My head is light

Unburdened by the unrequited 

And once again my heart

Can be relied upon 

Something

Send me something

To remind me of you

You will do