We live our lives like

a misjudged handshake that ends

in tangled fingers

Pyrite for you fools,

golden arches covered in 

grease and platitudes 

Dripping rainwater 

gathers and flows towards the

sea and a union 

The plants in the back 

yard have gone feral, so wild

and untamable 

Ashes or dust we're 

bound to blow down that long road

into memory 

Sentences end with 

no rhyme nor conclusion just

an abrupt drop

                        off

Past the window they 

trudge towards some unknown goal while

 I quietly wait