popcorn kernel on the carpet green

bored,
hapless feelings
on a cardboard screen
a scented card to mom

like

hopeless victims

listless

dragging their
knees
in prayer

pleading
to God
who knows
not where.

I am not sorry for what has been done
double peddle drum

I am not your fire
to put out

my only disinfected wish
was sincerity

I have none