Bought a pad of paper
Has lines on it
One hundred pages of paper
Already stained
Stole a Staedtler marker
Just a pen really
Stuffed with ink all waterproof
Document proof and lightfast
Wrote a poem just like this one
Used the pen to do it
Filled exactly one page of one hundred too
Just to spit this kyfe off
Too tired to do anything else
Waste time accept it
Because I don’t give a damn
Too tired to care
Shredded and burned this pad of paper
One hundred dreams too ashes
A million memories smoked
So what burned my hand too
Carried a flame in my heart
Left it in those pages
Hung out to dry
Like my soul in jet ink
Smeared across my face my hand
Smudged across my face too
So what, so who cares
The cliff base kicked me in the face
Categories:
lightfast, confusion, loss, lost love,
Form: Prose Poetry