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
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 8:18 AM UTC
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
MMVIII
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