Trash

When the sun burns out,
what will we have but our premonitions?
and when the oil runs out,
and we reach the fallout
and people drag themselves from the gutter
to the trash heap
what will we have?

When our time on earth ends,
what will we have but our preconceptions?
We won't comprehend
when we reach the road's end
and there is nothing left to lend
or take to the trash heap,
what will we have?

No Good.

Restless
anxiety
I'm no good
No sleep
fidget through the night
need to
build
create
but
I'm no good.

Let It Go.

I thought
I buried those thoughts
in a 6 by 6 grave.
I thought
I sealed that box
and hid the skeleton
in the closet.
But now that it's here
in front of me
staring me down
with daggers
for eyes
I'm wondering
can I let this go?

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It's been a long time. Sorry. I've been so busy dealing with my band and school and work and the future that I just haven't had much time to write for myself. Even the nights when I'm free I find more and more that I just want to curl up and sleep. Forget about everything for a few hours.