Solutions don’t find you
The blank stare that greats you from the mirror.
The broken record continues to play
The static hum that fills the space between the ears.
I liked hearing your
thoughts, it saddens me that you didn’t like mine.
The jacket, too warm to wear inside but I don’t want to take
it off.
Fish moving into the net looking for the dinner table they
never knew they wanted.
Thoughts bunch up like twigs in a stream
Another fat egg falling off the wall
The pieces were left out
The rats made off with the good bits
A slow simmer of the stone soup left out with no one coming
Another delinquent reminder of what’s crumbled beneath your
weight.
I set the fish free to fill another mans wishes.
Bite the hand so it knows riding hood was always right
The emptiness is what takes you in the end
not with its cunning or guile
but through the slow drip of apathy
