my name is today,
i'll be gone tomorrow
his meticulous nature, --
(two sheets of loose leaf
paper,
(leaving this
town --
gone,
left this place
the other day waited for the bus
one last time,
never looked back,
forward into the uncertain,
expectation gone
leaving this town,
i know
collecting space, --
she stepped out of the fire,
burnt ashes in her eyes
the embers of her heart
blown away by the passing wind,
this place let me go,
i let it go so long
forgive us
two dogs fuck
as i walk by, growling
into each others necks
looking through glass
below the table, legs crossed broke down, interrupted,
stained glass
this is
what it is
failed history,
it happened
just like they
said it would
this now is what
needs to be done
this here is what
has been done
