Another Boring Story

Displacement, the basement, isolation cemented
 Relented six stairs down
 Naked bulb, tired lungs, tired eyes, crooked thumbs
 Not up but sideways for now
 The rise and fall and gentle drops
 Precipitation never stops
 I pulled the clouds inside me and
 Now it's raining, raining again
 Cried in my sleep last night for the first time
 Dying while I live, living where we die
 Futility abounds, futility abounds, futility abounds
 Futility abounds, six feet deep beneath the coffee grounds
 These ashtrays are volcanoes now
 Apartments burning red and brown
 Salt the earth and never grow
 Notice ashes look like snow
 Fallen and just sitting there
 More trash than a county fair
 The smell of crowds, a burning nose
 A smell familiarly morose
 Half-assed attempt only to fail
 Half-assed reflection ghostly pale
 You're waving while I disappear
 Ashes cementing my fear