i don’t feel
poetic as of late
more barely held
together with
frayed knots tied
in afraid nots
duct taped and
clinging on by
a wing and a prayer
to the emptiness
above as within

may we rise
once more from
the ashes of
another dead
construct and
praise the next
inherently meaningless
ploy by the bigwigs
at the calender companies
to sell time to
the fleeing masses
gathered to mourn
the last embers at
dream’s funeral pyre