taking a shit.

dark days chasing suns rays
from porch to the car
car to the sea
looking in on the smiles and eyes
of lost loves
and twittering children.

the soundtrack is the same
from hilltop
from valley bottom.
years became decades.
decadence left only time in its wake.
time left me here to listen to the neighborhood.

bent over the keys
looking to unlock any door
by the last light of day.

if only my hands weren't shaking blocks.
if only my vision could peirce the shadows left...

the portfolio.

tear dreams up by the roots
and pulverize
shred
grind them
to the pulp that fuels
the reality you have settled upon.

water this world well,
tend and clear,
get her growing
for we know
by now
that all things come and go
and one day
this life
will be the mulch
that we sift through
for the seeds of dreams.

disco fuck punk.

so you keep reaching
striving
driving
for these sinking spiders
just out the tips of fingers
just beyond the discernible scope
of the headlamps
drive faster
faster
reach further
further
go longer
longer
but somehow,
at the end
of the journey
the war
the whole shitstorm of it
it isn't what you thought
and neither are you.

some things can't be undone.
and that's ok.