the garbage can is out back top tight to contain the stench clean on the outside a model can among cans but inside drips my hidden waste next garbage day I’ll have more for it
it’s been cloudy for so long the rain now brings me comfort hands reach out for shore though the water holds me under lungs still heart beats through the chest will there be a day when i can finally rest
“run on sentence!” keep going until you can no longer then take a few more steps worry not about the way you read or if the spelling’s right the world must know the words you weave “run on, run on, run on”