bluebird: where you gonna go now?

how foolish (poem)

Hesitation twitching in my eye as I foolishly wait for the good to turn to dust

I then receive bright straight lines tattooed inside my eyelids dancing wild & unholy like flames and shut my eyes watching them perform till they go out.

Opening my heavy brick-red eyes, I look to see how many unloved & neglected seasons patiently waited for me, leaving little offerings outside my windows.

What a waste of time.