You used to write poetry
Now there's no energy
Left from morning coffee
It's what you did in anonymity
With particular animosity
Toward the country
Where the flags are always half mass
We all agree
There's something nice about a trilogy
And being locked in the heat of repeat
But you've got a new song
Stuck in there
Somewhere
You used to write poetry
And I wonder what it means
To refill and come back empty
Not like the local birds in this tree
When you think its full
They find a spot free
In cemeteries busy this Father's Day
And I disagree
There's something more to walking aimlessly
And never keeping my glasses clean
Maybe that's my new song
Stuck in there
Somewhere
Screaming "let me be free
To become my own defeat"
...In the heat of repeat