It's The Wave I Ride (That Won't Ever Reach The Shore)

what was i thinking?

when i thought that empty spaces didn't matter...
during the time when i fooled myself into thinking
that the comforting words would come as swift
as an old REO Speedwagon song on the radio,
or some blinding flash of light
that hits the veranda just before the full
enigma of the morning star's rays
envelope the insides of room cluttered

by smoke,
ahses of broken bones
and wounded hearts,
old letters,

stacks of CDs with anthems of
emotion,
heartache,

and pictures of moments that will forever be lost to
the failure of

m
e
m
o
r
y

and

the simple wanting to r e m e m b e r...


yeah, what was i thinking?


when i took the brrom and shoved it all out the front door.



my garage is now littered, for everyone to see.


enjoy. as the constant split-splat of rain
provides a deafening soundtrack to the demise of
one memory too many.
watch how the clouds color the nonntime sky
into the black that is i.

upon you i set the everlasting gaze of regret and forgetting.