Do you Ever have those days
When you just get out of work late,
and you reek like fish from
Chopping off their heads,
And you just are feeling the strain
that you get in your car
and drive to an abandoned asylum
down the road
and walk through the empty rubble-filled courtyards and hallways
and feel the crunch of broken glass under your feet
and look at all the empty, staring windows
and stare right back?
And I stare at the trees growing out of collapsed rooftops
and the forests of weeds,
At The bottles smashed
(for whatever reason, I may never know)
I stare at the smokestacks and the crumbling roads
at the old Televisions
and the rusted out Machines and rotted plywood.
It’s nights like these
when I take every piece of
graffiti to heart,
And it just crushes me to see
that sad street art,
The overpasses decorated with their scripture.
Just going to drive back home
and write another poem
that she’ll never even read,
Got to try to get some sleep
before I’m born again tomorrow,
but somehow I know
that I won’t get much of that tonight;
So Here I come, tomorrow!