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.

So.pass.another.beer.to.me.

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.