Throw away the ashes

Pull the sutures out

Wipe away the dust from pictures

Start to scream and shout



One last look for this lifetime

One more final glance

Tomorrow’s coming and I’m leaving

I’m not coming back



I took the garbage out today

Nothing to report

Just faded dreams and rotting meat

Not difficult to sort



My heart was in that bag too

My brain falls from my hand

I think it will remain with you

Kick it if you can



It’s like a dream that’s gone away

A picture I can’t sketch

An idea lost in my head

Unsteady hand, lit match



Dry earth seeping noxious gas

Melancholy rays

Shining down from up above

Dispirit me today



The burning wood

Falls to the floor

As trimmers split the cracks

It all blows me away