Dead Bury Dead

It all happened during a summers night. Everything that could be said came out. Walking neighborhood streets in search of closure. Trying to mend the damage that had been done. Wondering how it all began. Skipping stones against the pavement, calling out to the gods of treachery. Beseeching an unknown god in hopes of soothing the violent lull that's befallen me. Traveling down unfamiliar territory, lost in a maze of emotions--trying to find a clear-cut way to answer the thousand & one questions piling up in my head. Stuck standing in the middle of an open grave, watching us children misbehave. Feeling so wicked, like a lovesick undercover mister wizard. Breaking boundaries, setting the world on fire with my imagination. You can't escape the Hennessey in this town. You need a password to submit your answers as to why I need so many answers to my questions. Skimming the pages of our history. It's come to attention that everything is the white man's fault. Shooting thoughts out the mouth like a catapult. Feeling feelings I don't want to express. I just want to undress & fall into bed. Staring at the dirty ceiling of my misbehavior, I can be such a whore. Overindulging in the sensory of the eyes, leaving my heart exposed. Watching love ascend like fire & descend like snow. How do I know if whether or not I'll ever fall in love? Right now all I need is a promise: a vow to remain honest & always funny. Sinking in the brevity of my creativity. Slipping in & out of creative genius. Scribbling every thought that pops up in my head, like a vh1 pop-up video. Viewing memories from a projector in the basement of my psyche. Laughing at the comedy, devastated by the tragedy of having said what I said. It's time to put everything to bed & let the dead bury the dead.