collaboration

i really wish i could write something worth reading

but lately i've been so busy with life and other

stupid shit like that so i haven't the energy

to just sit down and let a nice long idea go

here are some nuggets to consider:

what is there to exclaim that is left yet?

the echoes of alarms and heresy gone by

sit not so still in the membranes of these minds.

i carry the burden of sight between

each hour, and it weights heavily

on my brows as every pair gives

a knowing nod passing by.

my pockets are full and i'm ready to venture back/

to whatever light is out there.

a rumbling, bound to a small aside.

count me into the forays of youthful exuberance;

i have yet to live my life in a way

that turns my past on its side.

i think by now there are discrepancies/

between you and my grey ghost.

possibly, there is some life left in you.

let me know if any of this makes sense to you, readers;

if so, i'd love to get a clue, too.