A Wreck, a Drunkard, an Angel, a Prism

They crash in
Each situation,
Uninvited,
To everything.

... Gave me
A prescription,
And
Persecute
My abuse,
Of an inanimate
Thing.

When I
Rectify
The accident,
That a gun
Is in the
Car
With them,
My appropriation
Of the newly-discovered
Negative,
Caffeine,
Will leave
Them,
Passed out,
In their car,
While
Police peel their
Fingers
Off the prints
To their recognition.

The pet store's
Cage-window,
Is broken
Open,
Maybe an angel
Was the owner,
But now,
The lights are on,
And their face
Shows derision,
From the holiest
Of gods,
Play authority
As a fool!

The concept is
Negation,
Numbers,
You cannot cheat
Equation,
Only answers,
Live like a dying
Hospital patient,
Sharing your room
With someone
Who really is one,
And,
Can be sensible,
Some pride to show
For their injuries...

But,
You will not
Rise up
At me,
With that gun.

Humilified, You Wait For Me

There are two
Ways to look at
This,
As there is
to everything,
The pessimistic,
And optimistic,
I equate to meaning,
The black market--for pessimist,
And,
Free market--for optimist,
Negative and positive,
Scientifically speaking:

You want me,
So that you are depressed
Over this fact,
Or,
You do not
want me,
Causing a mania to you,
Bringing yourself harm,
Unable to take care.

Un-shame
myself,
Don't have a weight
Upon my shoulders,
I should know
Who you are,
And you,
Me,
We're lonely.