How you may of been feeling
when you were feeling it
has been temporarily shaken
by intermittent rainstorms
scuttling cigarette ends
down
grey afternoon streets as
vacuous antique shops
align the formidable epicenter
storefront hallways
layered in
shards of broken glass
boarded windows
stuffed with
weathered cardboard
lulls on residential freeways
remain complacent
through evening
restless as
foreign snow on
unpredictable winter forecasts
we shrugged
seasons off on
one another
baring each other's
disposition
as withering trees
vulnerably
approaching
December's apex
until there was nothing left
but alone and incurable recollection
where did people go
when
we were together
all we know now are familiar
and desolate living rooms
domestic lampshades
enveloped in
untouchable electricity
time seemes to me
a cruel inconsistent joke
recalling springtime
twelve years ago.
strolling amid
green irreproachable forests of the past
with a young inconceivable woman
Irreplaceable people smile
concealing an
all unknowing punch line
to the joke
I'm not interested in the joke
at all
I'd rather recall the time
when daffodils were funny
