i don’t know where i’d be
today

if i weren’t constantly
lost

in some aspect of my
life.

i love this girl
but i used to love this other girl
and i used to think
i always would

but i don't

and it's an ugly thing
to not love someone anymore
so i won't love this girl
and it's still

an ugly thing

all the bald giants have
donned their toupees
but they remain silent

the sun overhead licks
at my back and the salty
sweat of my brow
stains the bill of my hat

insects swarm overheard
while the smell of putrescent fish
and fermenting leaves
invades my nose

the scaled monsters
beneath the black water
grin at my every move

and i feel at home

there's a little cooler
by the nine light
has a note on it-
says 'don't throw away'

read it just about every day
i know how it feels
to be thrown away,
no longer be of use

but i'm no hoarder
and cleaning day has come
so i'll stay true to the note
and let someone else have you

hope they'll be
better than i was

my life can be summed up
with a long list of
coulda beens
but I let it all slip away
to be content with average
to stay out of any light,
lurk in the shadows
and all the chances linger
like a fog that the sun
can't seem to burn away