Goldmine Poem by Derek Kuborn

I'm jealous of the fact I can't be living in the clouds.
I'm reaching out for all the birds and sleeping with out drought.
And I'd wave at all the people, and they would smile as it rained.
And I'd make the world better then beginning with all the names.

And I'm messing up my posture with every corpse I have to lift.
As I carry them you shrug it off like it's just some little gift.
And we separate our company because its best for us to live,
And I'm not sure that life will ever be this meaningful or missed.

I now know that your can't be made of gold,
But if I mine out my suffering I'll get lost in the hole.
So I'll wait for tomorrow to bring me something I'll adore.
And stop wasting time on counting sheep
And be certain it's what I'm looking for.

My lips taste like cancer now. I'm calling for a swarm.
A swarm of bees to gather the honey as you mourn,
And I'll wait there and wonder as we exchange our arms.
Your hands a little hesitant, but mine conceive some charm.

I lost myself in your smile and I'm barely scraping by
with a head full of air filled with a former concubine.
And I'm retracing my steps to find a woman on my chest,
Our hands locked together like a puzzle in distress.

I now know that you could never bring me love,
And if I mine out the gold we shared I'll realize it's not enough.
So I'll wait for tomorrow to bring me something I can hate,
And I'll stop wasting time on concubines
And be certain it's all fate.