the blue cooler
sits abandoned
a wasted
existence
left empty
no purpose

there should be
untold
memories
of sloshing ice
and shady grass
or white sands

the ugly fool
sits sorrowfully
a wasted
existence
born empty
with no purpose

staring out at
a blue cooler
the same shade
as the ice
encompassing
a stillborn heart

sadness is
a vacuous deceit
forgotten
except for its taste
under the gaze
of the summer sun

joy is
a raven’s glare
a momentary
curiosity
a shiny bauble
in the sewer grate

these moments
between
spent wasted
like a blue cooler
left emptied
for far too long