d i r e c t i o n ?

Where do we go from here?
 How do we carry on?

 I can't get beyond the questions.
 Clambering for the scraps
 In the shatter of us collapsed.
 That cuts me with every could-have-been

Pain on pain on play, repeating   With the backup makeshift life in waiting.

Everybody says: "Time heals everything."
 But what of the wretched hollow?
 The endless in-between?
 Are we just going to wait it out?

There's nothing to see here now,
 Turning the sign around;
 We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
 Stumbling cliché case -
 Crumpled and puffy-faced -
 Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.
All I want: only one street-level miracle.
 I'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical.

Everybody says that time heals everything all in the end.
 But what of the wretched hollow?
 The endless in-between?
 Are we just going to wait it out?
And sit here cold?
 We'll be long gone by then.
 And lackluster in dust we lay
 'round old magazines.
 Fluorescent lighting sets the scene
 For all we could and should be being
 In the one life that we've got.

In the one life that we've got. Everybody says that time heals everything.

But what of the wretched hollow?
 The endless in-between?

Are we just going to wait it out?
 Sit here. Just going to wait it out?
Sit here cold. Just going to sweat it out?
 Wait it out.
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2 thoughts on “d i r e c t i o n ?

  1. Vivid description of a broken spirit, reminds me of a dear friend who is worn to shreds by a mischievous heart.

    Effortless yet consequential turn of phrase, very nice.

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