I apologize for all the holes and damages that you’ve endured all these years
When pen to paper would not sedate the apocalyptic lust that hungered for the world
And when words spoke were wasted in silent memorials for tombstones never visited...





                   A bit of spackle
               Drywall patch here
          A little mud flung about
  Just the right amount of sanding
     A fresh coat of primed paint

           No one will be the wiser

                                 A wall repaired and forgotten