Been doing a lot of thinking..

I am so tired of reliving the same short story
over and over and over
I am tired of hearing people repeat themselves
of their tired eyes wallow in imaginary realities
your truth is too far from my imagination
your life is nothing to do with mine anymore
I want to close the door
lock all three locks
even the one thats broken
open the window in the back of the apartment
jump out of it

away from the ocean
broken down boardwalks,
the nails are coming up and out
catching all of the young girls skirts
old roads are tired of my tires
cracked sidewalks splattered beige and black
the same drunks sit where their fathers once sat
barstools that used to spin in their youth
they've grown stiff,
solid,
they talk themselves in circles
hypocrites spitting up
bullshit
bullshit
bullshit.

let me go home.