Eviction

Time for a move out inspection. I have all this past and no future.

 we move through homes like empty institutions

regulation chairs and carpets, a fading empty green

regulation beds and curtains, peeling walls all stained

red-ink letters through my door and the cool stair at 6.a.m.

waiting for one ring from the taxi and sitting on my bag

love songs are sung in mourning for the opportunities lost

but at least i can stand and say i always did my best

no one that crossed my path was hurt on purpose

no friend betrayed or lover left without a word

would any of them recognise me, changing my name again?

with folk music on the radio and cobwebs blowing at the door

the city's cold and small but goes in deeper than the map shows

i'm moving on to unknown countries just a few miles up the road.

 

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the green-grass pirate's graveyard, still and warm

hungover on a sunday when i found a heart-shaped stone

i pencilled our initials then i threw it to the river

i could never balance all this past without a future.

Author's Note

I need some help with the scanning and stuff... but any suggestions are really welcome.