8/26/17 11:24 PM
\"Close Your Eyes\" - Netherfriends, 2017
New place, out of the way
A little home in a house
Surrounded by old faces that make me feel personal guilt
It seems this place is already my haunting past
A canal barge full of ghosts docks every day
And brings me new spectres to avoid
This canal town never sleeps
A man-made river built a man-made town
I fit into this place
Full of people striving to see the ditch as something more
Something not laden with trash and murky water
Me and my depression, sitting on a stoop
Trying to stave off help
We work together, most days
Holding happy thoughts and promising situations to the fire
I\'m always susceptible to the devil\'s advocate
It makes too much sense
He\'ll show me what could happen
I say what might happen
So far, he has precedence
Every lick of evidence goes to support a rhetorical rebuttal
And I still deny
I deny until all that is left is the devil\'s hypothesis
And then
We change the subject
We go to another tree that needs chopping
To another thought that needs culling
To another conundrum that needs chasing
The last gasp I will breathe will be a denial
A blind refute of an obvious truth
Yelling from the stoop
Me and the devil\'s advocate