I Lost The Nature Of What It Was We Were Supposed To Do
The tree in the backyard
Blooms with black leaves
And wasps colonize
A deadening yard
Beyond the yellowed grass,
Steep holes of mud,
Rotting structure,
And familiar abandonment
Two flowers appear
Out of sickly nature
Of tainted sunlight
And metallic sewage
I'm chasing after you
Like dreams of fireflies
And childhood nostalgia
With lost memories
Faded adolescence
Where fields of dandelions
And swaying tall grass
Distinctively outline
The silhouettes
Of our existence
The shadows
Of our experience
Apartment Issues
The water pressure,
when working,
excretes rust
and other
mysterious
particles.
The hole
in the kitchen wall
as a result
from a front kick
after the garbage can
was stolen
lets in more
cold air
than the
cracked windows.
The flimsy front door
no longer uses
the plastic piece
that acted as glass
for protection
from rain
and cold
because the wind
slammed it
into the deck rail
shattering it.
And never
considered
charging rent
to the mice
or the bees
but it's
an interesting
idea
for a large
amount
of disposable
income.
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