artificial humming

each day the time spent grows

wrapped under a blanket
hidden in a cave
it makes the days seemingly less valuable
but heavy eyes do the trick
my expectations fuck me over
and then my inclination
is to do it again

red beaten down bricks with weeds growing in the cracks
a scratched up screen door and a clean warm house
decorated for the holidays
cozy with the scent of thanksgiving filling each corner
breaks don't do the trick
there is a problem here
with responsibility

cant keep hiding under the leaves
they've most been blown away
and as we saw the pine needles are losing their color

silly silly silly