yea
I saw ya

contact

yea
I caught it

rhythm
nothin' back

you'll learn

or die somewhere
in the process

not that you ain't somethin'

but I'm way past 
needin' nothin' 

you recognize indifference

I see right through you
contact

don't bother with the rhythm

you might as well
just keep on walkin'
 

Labor

I have been about the business
of studying late night cramps
and perpetual urination.
Chiseling in flesh,
scrubbing with blood
and binding back
with strings of steel.

Without thought of compensation
or external validation.
Tirelessly isolating every
impurity only to find,
that prayers reduced to
printed characters can only
rise in the form of smoke.
 

Every Time I Die

There it is again

I knew it

Every time I die

I hate it
and
I hate knowing

All my friends
will come around
and the people
who know me
will avoid me
like the plague

They're all thinking
David is dying

I hate knowing
what they're thinking
and
even worse I
hate not being
sure I know
what they're thinking

It's the same feeling

equal to but
not more than
the collective
heartbreak of
all confederate 
soldiers right here
in my throat well
it moves down 

Anyway 
I knew it

Like I need
this again

Give me a break

I know there 
are children in
China without food
or heroin 
or maybe it's
shoes

well anyway
I know it

I shouldn't be
surprised if they
all show up on
the coattails 
of some of
my friends

You know

Small Chinese people

Hungry
barefoot and
in need of a fix

Just some more
tiny noses
dripping
on my carpet

I knew I would
have to have 
it cleaned again
this time around

I don't know how but

I knew it