Identity Poem by Jameson Marks

Pillows
Blankets

Saxophones and guitars
Fun and games
And the nice loving sight
Of laughter on the floor

Perfect
Obsessive

Greed seeps though walls like sap
And the walls soak and crumble
And the sap slows my steps
Sliding closer to my life

Broken bladder
Shattered lie

Those who love me
Never close the door
Those who hate me
Can't seem to find it

Melting
Needles, needles, needles

My favorite love
The most painful burn
The small song of sadness
Brought smiles at night

Need
Nothing

Crossed swords
Broken hearts
Mend around steel blades
Stuck like sap