Damian De Souza ~ Untitled

Excuse me, lover. I’m busy foretelling
and protesting your end. Whether I hunt,
gather, barter, or sell, what I worry over

is the order: live oaks, shorelines,
wide-eyed and flammable
creature I adore. By day, I admit

no shadow as backup: crow, please keep
your clever forensics. What would I do
with a cardboard guitar, a map of the planets,

and a box of building blocks,
alone? Another bereavement
I haven’t unlearned: to bury one hope

inside another, and I, having made a home
of limbo (I keep a black hole more spotless
than cozy), once traveled through time

at will, invisible. Now, not so free. My beloved
grows heavier, hardier, heavenward.
Certain grief pre-scorches me.

Lullaby for Anyone by Stephanie Ford

Losing My Mind (Stephen Sondheim) by Tim Curry

The sun comes up, I think about you
The coffee cup, I think about you
I want you so, it’s like I’m losing my mind

The morning ends, I think about you
I talk to friends and think about you
And do they know it’s like I’m losing my mind?

All afternoon doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left, not going right

I dim the lights and think about you
Spend sleepless nights to think about you
You said you loved me or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing, losing my mind?

All afternoon doing every little chore
The thought of you stays bright
Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor
Not going left, not going right

I dim the lights and think about you
Spend sleepless nights to think about you
You said you loved me or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?

Or am I losing my mind?
You said you loved me or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?

Or were you just being kind?
Or am I losing my mind?