This goes out to Matt Alcala

[niffirgmada]

I handed you a box
with a heart drawn on top.
it carries my name.

with another fiery feat,
my ghost rises from the street.
I carry the rain.

finally flying high.
hearing lovers lie.
I drop it again.

I freeze and wonder
if anyone heard
me talking to myself.

there's always another hill.
one more step. one more kill.
I am stuck in a joke.

given a second wind,
just before they'd surely win,
and I used it to smoke.

the heat will rise tonight.
if I must I will die in this fight.
I choke. I choke. I choke.

I freeze and wonder
if anyone heard
me talking to myself.

We are on the march again.
We will hold on to the end.
We can't fight our fear.

You tear your photos up.
I drink from an empty cup.
We are here.

Frantically wrapped around a love.
Remembering what was dreamt of.
Tomorrow is not so clear.