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 that
will be my fate
when things I used
become weight
and useless
things that aren't things
that I'll give up
defeated
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
I wish I could have taken that place with it's long benches heavy tables cheerful bartender and put it in my hometown but we all know the charm of places like that is that you can drink knowing happil
