Ugly mass of what we spent
lying in the emptiness
of less than nothing
and greater than everything
owed to us

There the perpetual tick
that cannot stop
just under the skin
like a rock
skipping across
our pool of regret

And we are caught
in places we should not
dwell
Trapped in these dried up
wishing wells

Wish us well
you passerby
Look for any
tears in these eyes
but do not stay here
oh so long
listening to
voiceless songs

(August 16th, 2017)