eraser

decided it was time to do something about it
time to rid myself of images that no longer fit
they have no place in my body or my mind
no place in my heart or this dead soul of mine

so i bought this huge eraser to do the job
i was sure i could to do this, and not even sob
stripped down to bare skin and stood quite straight
ready to handle questions in my own debate

i erased all tactile memory of you from me
skin, bones and all my body parts set free
no longer captive to that contact we had
and ya know what, it just wasn’t that bad

put the eraser to work on my mind just then
worked at it hard cause there were places to mend
those memories just seemed they were burnt right in
my tenacity left white space where they had been

i tackled next my weak heart, wretched and torn
who’s walls your graffiti contradictions adorned 
my god, this was the toughest erasure for sure
but i knew i had to do it to affect the right cure

then finally, i took on the most difficult task
eliminating you from that fourth dwelling at last
it would free me to go forward, and not fall back
erasing that most empty, hollow feeling of lack

applying great pressure, and with all my might
i had to rub so long that i was up all night
and, because i’m an honest man, the truth be told
i have not been able to erase you ...

from my soul