I'm covered
humming in electricity
like one of those
heavy black lines
full of a summer's day
worth of white heat
other times
I'm dried leaves
coiled around themselves
stuck in the Spring grass
a reminder of another time
that no one cares to remember
because there's no one
left
to remember
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
