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