Faces Without Faces

I cannot tell my doctor, That there is no snow, when There is snow all around U.S. Where I live isn't much of a home Yet, where they'd put me, Sterile white porcelain floor's I have now grown afraid of. Here I have my bags of pills, Out in the open. Within reach, But there would be no place There to hide them. This will be lost on the young, Wasting their life. Time I have not, I'm not old. This is not a place for children. Though once or maybe twice as lives Have passed it once was. Here many died, kept in filth, back before this was Florida and yet Florida, it is. I've stitched together a life, a life Of to many judge's. A quilt bourne of opinions, but being bi polar Was for me the worst opinion of all. Back in the the seventies They took damn good advantage of it. I have had my chances. I've tossed those dice, those dice Where on one dice there were only one's And on the other there were only two's. I have tried and tried. In my dream's where other people succeed Because I made them. I have tried to over think everything, too hard. I no longer who I was, I am James I have tried to be natural to someone else's Nature, is it poetry. I have never tried to be blind in love, like other men I liked small tits, Dominant in bed, with my dear, sweating sweet one. Always cheating one eye's open looking, Watching her go through a thicket of thorn's dark self imposed, her handful of moon covered in snow and no another. I did not look. I saw in a dream long ago, precognition that Curse, the curse, of the cursed without cure those white floor's. Will my new face be there, Male or female a witness to, but not of Without the experience of having sex with one or the other in one single life being both. The face of the dead one's, I've seen before A handful of pills. Or that quite gas oven, a chair without legs, Dancing the dance I great poet's have. It's only an easy peace, were it not for the, Other faces still there. And how ever much it is that I know, coming back to learn more.