Like cutting a ribbon
Opening old wounds
The sound of silence
An internal primal scream
Hand me down issues
A recycling of bad ideas
Scramble the frequency
Search for a voice, you know?
The impending thunder
Of a million shuffling feet
Tick a preselected counterpoint
A waste of good meat
Habitual checking
random numbers
You’ve gotten me hooked
Please, now,
Don’t take pity
Just let me loose
Or simply pass on down
Access to
The communal noose
Smiles firm to mask
The map that leads
To the genuine you
Just out of reach
Tantalizing promises
Buried beneath the old pain
Time and again
Under twelve dozen doses
Of this is too good to be true
Snatched moments
Consigned to disused rows
Of now outdated
Worthless memory banks
Nothing in life is future proof
Countlessly reliving
A perfectly perfect
Slice of wasted youth
The time spent in dreams
Was all that mattered
A smattering of belonging
In a temporary world
And so the truth was written
And what else could
I hope
To expect
It’s lost in the wind
It’s full of
Non regret
I know
I KNOW
I’ve double checked
