I’d tell you how to get some rest,
let the alarms subdue.
I’d just be painting sunsets
from the moon’s point of view.
I wish I could get something
for holding these thoughts in.
Instead of being broke,
I could just draw a small interest.
Have somebody take them
to my memory bank.
A compost pile for decayed notions.
*I wrote this in several parts, but on separate pieces of paper… I’ll have to find the rest another time.