Dicegame - Trevor Powers

North of your favor

North of your flame

I learned my lesson

Will you learn my pain?

Hand-sculpted posture, statue so plain

There were no doctors

When the flowers came

Lost in tall tales

Of how it used to be

Can’t you hear

Yourself speaking?

Bullshit raining from

Your lips like a waterfall

In the living room

You will drown us all

Finally, I accept myself

Flawed, with nothing figured out

That’s the truth I’ve hunted for

I’ll tell you a secret.

I have plenty more

I have plenty more

Plan for this encounter state

Cancerous in every way

On your way out, burn the door

I’ll tell you a secret.

I have plenty more

I have plenty more