A late night
An alternate reality
Lives hanging in the balance
An old man with an old heart
Regretful and wanting
Dissatisfied and yearning
A stomach like a calm sea
Shark mind constantly swimming
A late night
Pangs of nostalgia for
Lovers no longer prisoner
To the anger I bring out in people
If I am good at anything
I am good at that
It is a natural gift
Like death
Or a flower opening to the sun.