Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Another Season

Another Season

I'm going to witness
In my windowed sideline
The aging season,
Feel the breath leave this air,
Regret another summer
Poorly devised, not executed,
The dread of packing it in.

To do, to do, to do,
Undone. Like a Poe mortician,
Seal off duties unfinished,
Consume a cask of something,
Brick myself in this dank place,
Close those walls up.

Beauty missed, lest
I run amok spying all
That I can take in --
Some quest to drink youth dying,
Fill my eyes, fill my head
In a bucket with scrawled list.
Do this, do that, do all
Before the dawn arrives,
Or bury me with a pile.

Though, I won't be whisked off,
Merrily tumbling on invisible tides,
But guttered to the corner,
By the intersection
Where I'm stuck hoping
Some poignant serendipity
Spares me from regret of yet
Another season wasted.

Now come over here and cover me white
so I can sleep another endless night.


8.28.21

Nothing could prepare me but a mirror to the past and what good is that?