Criminal Minds

This is my first ever published piece of writing from years ago. Thanks!

Criminal Minds

You’ll always be mine honey muffin,

You know that?

Mine. Not in your heart. But mine.

 

Slapped in my back pocket, I got me a picture

Of a time where happiness was the border

Surroundin’ this image of life where

We hang, and there it be in plain sight:

A perfect rendition of connectin' the dots.

 

Hitchin’ home from prison

I only be escapin' from past to present

Which ain’t much better my love. My love.

You always said I looked best

Engulfed in the hue of bright orange-

Well I guess me and that sun you like so much

Got somethin’

In common after all, but I’m missin’ light.

Your light and my love.

 

The only imprints we have the power,

The audacity to leave on this earth

Be our fossilized footprints,

They kindly let the Earth know how far we got

Before bein’ captured, patted down, but

They can’t take away my back pocket,

They can’t take you when you are as good

As gone, my love.

 

Even when walkin’ on the trails

Graveled by shame, love is only

Real when it shrivels,

Much like our brains in air,

Our bodies become polluted after openin’

And I gutted us. A stupid f****n’ surgery

Of our love. But now it’s real, and it’s our love.

 

In my front pocket I got a ball of lint,

Showin’ there be worse thangs

Than being empty,

Like knowin’ you

Without bein’ able to love you.

But they ain’t gonna take that,

And you ain’t either, even though

In my front, shirt pocket I had me a beatin’ heart once,

And you took that, my love, a while ago din’t you?

 

The secret is this:

I got me a stash of cash buried under our oak tree

Our oak tree

Your new family played on top of it without knowin'

Without knowin' 'bout me

And soon, it will be in my pockets,

To buy me a new life

And I will buy me a frame for that picture

That picture of our love, my love.

 

My pockets could be filled with gold,

But I will always be

A criminal on the run.

I got my picture of you

And will simply be

Filled-in grass under

your oak tree.

Love. You'll know who was there. It was me.