|Light it up to burn it down // Fringe Graffiti Garden|
over a soundless television
I still can’t find the source of this unrest.
Discomfort in security
is an unintended side effect;
this rush for stability washes grey
the former lurid sea of endless possibility.
The bottom of this glass a shining glint
of all my future opportunities.
The days are full
as they are empty,
emptied as filled.
I count them all in tanks
of gas and drops
of Guinness spilled –
they pass in rank and file
through halcyon fields of youth.
Lethe knows the truth.