Poems Fall

Thursday

I'm just an actor

Think thoughts and laughter,

well, that don't exist.

I write a wish,

it won't be true,

I'll cut my wrist.

Then, what's fake is through.

My sake is knew.

But, I play pretend;

I'm an artist with reason,

that fraud should end,

be born again.

First, put to death,

my mind feels the press.

It's down on me,

I'm down on me

get down on knees

full release.