Spencer Selby


I want to thank you
on battlefield lonely
tension risen from the dead
to funny piece of trash

I want to thank you
in my heart
with no return address

Release from fighting
creepy feeling
ligature of blame
to float away from

Guide me outside turf
when you are done with strife
and I believe you

Guide me when I'm wrong
and fingers burn through
darkness filled with
everything I know

Free mistake
enormous weight
an epitaph
by riddle you gave me

From want and fear
to be conveyed
my gratitude you have
because there's no one
so effective with a laugh