A full moon, a bright morning.
This time i don’t take a drink for new beginnings i let it roll over me like waves.
I catch the ocean by the tail and tell it to utter not a lie.
You sleep days and wake at night like vampires.
I wear garlic to sleep.
Then everything is shaken
an ant farm in the hands of a twelve year old.
You swear to me its truth and i call it cussing.
I am a false representation of myself.
finally its over.