New poetry book or...

My ride

If this was all just a hoax

Hiya I will love you for it

The wool has been pulled

Over my eyes by your greatness

I lean in to give you one last kiss

Then fall back fuck this

It can't be happening I promised

Though thank you if it has ended

Good game and

I love how you pretended

Now make it so this didn't fucking happen

Hey! Hey! Hey! I am screaming mad again

Yet I can't help laughing

You know I love you and even until the day I'm dying

And if I don't see your face next time

It only means I quit trying

I will shout from my home

Thank you all

I am better off being alone

Just me and my cats and my goats and my chickens, rabbits and dogs

Plus all the produce from the farm

Well I still have to share with the ones who are there

Though as for the rest I can keep it and sit here

Pretending I don't fucking care

The whole while wondering where you are

As if it fucking matters

What did I miss

Some pilgrimage messed up bullshit

It keeps us working hiya

As I sit on hands in my Holy land

OH Man I have to get off

Dig a hole and take a crap

Then cover that shit up

Again catching up to my ride