sky spit

there is a point

when you are young

and find no point

in growing old

besides the answer itself

which leaves you with words

you spent time learning

only to later learn

that they aren’t true

and true isn’t true

and and isn’t and

and is isn’t

but also is

sometimes

particularly as you age

into a semblance of okay maybes

so whats

and what you’ve done

but usually

what you haven’t

*

in the rain

you can see

how dirty the city

is and how

you were blinded

by the bliss of sun

*

i have written

an awful lot

an awful lot

that i’m forgetting

if i’ve repeated

what i have written