it's barren,
all things are barren,
she reaches out, touches
my neck and she cries
that i need to make peace with myself
(it leaves me with more to battle)
in the spring
all of the trees
blossom in a span of days
and consume the sky for
quite a long time before
winter shakes them bare
and powerless, again
the cycles repeat
the words in their mouths regurgitate
the drugs in their veins alternate
subway lines cycle, re-cycle
you tried to make me
care for you, and you
interrupted me when i
pointed to my chest and
tried to explain
it's barren
all things are barren