The dust motes await

vacation's end to dance in

the sunlight for us

Life rafts leak faster 

than lungs can pump back in air 

but for God's sake try 

Sit on your thrown of

bones and gnaw away at the 

last of your people 

Turn away in shame 

as your beasts that you refuse 

to leash tear out throats 

Old stones reused to

build a new world with human 

misery's mortar 

We're halfway through the

year and the to-do list is

still waiting for me 

 Music can be all

or simply background noise when

thoughts rudely intrude