Lethe Knows

Light it up to burn it down // Fringe Graffiti Garden

Fluorescents flicker
over a soundless television
blaring nonetheless.

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.

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