was you there for maria –
when she left me
i was hungry but much clearer
it was a right of passage

identity stolen
memories invade
on the road, overtaken
told that i must talk

take off your duffel coat
and come in from the cold
there is not a deepest level
that no one has not yet seen

i am not you and you are not me
i remember what you said,
that you knew me better –
than my closest friends

there is something quite strange
about someone who cannot add
someone who does not add up
there is something quite strange

to see that the judge was self appointed
i was concerned,
to see that their belly fire was self righteous

does delusion keep you safe?
does it tuck you in when you go to bed?
does it rearrange the furniture –
which lies scattered inside your head

looks like i am driving alone
once again
looks like i am seeing alone
once again

i was never in the, ‘in crowd’
i was a bookworm
i was never a head turn
especially not in that last year at school