Sleeping On The Pier, Wakeing In The Lake Poem by Ray Mesa

Don't ask or complain
You got your gifts
Don't spit so vain
Don't lean into the rift
Stop calling me names
Stop asking for someone to blame
Ignore the rain
And buy something cute and sane
I'm telling you this
You belong on the pier
And know this
There is no need for fear
When your're wakeing in the lake
And feeling your heart break
I'm afriad you have it made

Swinging subway doors saying it's fine
Just whatever you do don't walk the line
between here and far
Finding yourself behind the steering wheel
Of a car
About to crash into a dry meal
That a prison mate wished for
On a starry night of adore
calm core and armor galore
Sweet scent of a calm storm
saying it's peace
Let it mourn
As it meets
the middle of here and the ends of the inner between
I've been kissing that wound since I was a teen
And it gave me a diease
One that has so little words
Sour sweet slimy soul
You are your own mistake
And is the cable car begins to weaken and break
Now that I am more alive then you ever did
ever come close to
Ever becomeing close
to wakeing from the heart attack
The river is dirty and black
They say she is getting worse
So riddle me this, A fine young curse
that chats with you every weekend
She's your only friend