t(he)end

it is a shame

that after all the disasters

bred into what we consume

there is only art to make it better

and the realization later

when stuffed like roadkill with maggots

that art is not enough

*

i think i will not last

if only because lasting means

that i will have to not think soon

so as to save myself from the thoughts

that surface like i did

with no say in the matter

but just as sudden

thinking how terrible it was to be

crying

*

we have gone

but look where we went

thank you for going with me

for a little while

*

dead plants collecting dust

hoping to change it back to it

with the being and feeling

of not knowing that it is at the end of the journey

where you learn what the beginning was all about