Rot

Dashes, words, numbers
Boxes, Pushpins
Words
My gods

Pictures move and grasp my emotions
The words of others are a precipice I climb each day
And I listen to them.

The others are my envy
They bring me shame
They take minutes from my life

Moving pictures
My emotions
Moving pictures
My time

My appearance
My confidence
My talents
My worth.

Music

My God.

Those without riches will select a wood that will not rot.

Hatred is my God.
My God hurts me with rocks and hard places.
He deceives me with wood that will not rot.

My paper calendars fill the ground.
I exhume weeks and weeks of paper.
He lied.
He told me they would not smell.

Rumors of love, a secret weapon.

I want to look good for you.