CEMETERY BLUNTS

sit there in discontent

where does this discontent stem from?

why is it that nothing ever lasts

blunt guts spilled on the soil

the garden blooms over frosted isles

she sits within winter’s lanterned park

scratches her initials into tree bark

along with her bfs

glances shrewdly back & forth

the star lights up the tips of all things

all around, embers of promise

she smokes some angelic spliff

almost took her soul away

she’s butterfly in flight

her boy comes & sits on the swing

they dance & howl at the moon

the world is broken

so laugh more, dance more, howl more

flights within… first class residential

there’s ways to bypass the bullshit

i see right through the deception

nothing but charades

players got to play or they’ll be played

my dear muse, don’t die

i’m all but dead underneath the willow tree