July 20, 2021
I don’t remember the last time I felt free.
Alien on so many levels, I’m the caretaker.
Forever a mess that feels it can never be cleaned or forgotten.
The sad clown & manic jester perform
Leaving an empty husk to blow away in the changing guise of nature.
It’s dust swiftly becoming a permanent resident.
Known but uncared for
Gathering more with every fresh press of a dashed smile.
When did the mess start?
When did the cleaning stop?
Itching forward in escalated glee.
Taken as wuick & gone for now.
The itch can’t be worn away.
Start scratching