he blew in
like
trash
on the breeze

in search of
a dumpster fire
to
rest his head

there was more but the dream fades as i try and recall it

something
something
morose
i imagine

i either need
to
write faster
or
dream harder

this leaving things half formed is for theodicists

or

men who discover lands already occupied yet have the balls to state their claim

of which i am quite fervently

neither