a landfill of memories
at times seem grotesque &
sombre
life's alright- not electrifying
for my fluctuating moods in ombre
desolate human connections,
expectations that start to swell
fatigued like insomniacs
but we've been sleeping well.
a murmur of malaise
that has no sole origin
& console myself with the sad riff-
of a guitar that's lost ambition.