[untitled]

 

Canceled checks flit and flutter in my abandoned subway car,
Welcoming me home like colorful prayer flags.
I collect the library books left out in the rain,
Left out like a box of forgotten puppies.
The wind picks up again and I feel the draft.
The draft, it needles me
I rip pages from the spoiled library books, to plug the holes
Someone once loved you,
But now you are only forgotten property,
No longer new,
No longer cute.

The music outside,
It is the ice in my gin
The graffiti on my abandoned abode,
the sprinkles on my cake
 
Why view things one way,

         when I can take them another?

 

Author's Note

feel free to suggest a title, I'm so bad at those

Reviews

[Fazen]

I really like this but cant help with the title.