it has been
a fiction less month
as the friction
of reality
burned the skin
from my knees
as i knelt
begging
for what would
never be

there is a reason
my tales
never have happy endings

there is
no such thing

just brief excursions
into fantasy
where
the hero slays the evil
finds true love
rides into the sunset

when it is really
an everyday struggle
not to lay against
the rough bark of
the hangman’s tree
letting the earth
reclaim the misery

back into the
worlds of colorless dream
where emotional
dissonance and investment
are only a page
from ending