Day 170: that time you wrote that terrible poem and then felt better afterward

melancholy fields

filled with time, spanning out like purgatory

just enough for your plate to never be full

alternative rocks songs about alternative dreams

don’t listen to me

pick up the bottle a time or two or four

pass out on the floor

wake up to to the sight of your life

stuck between fame and fortune and

imaginations on Saturday afternoons

watch the sun spin

it’s here for you

giving you the life that you never wanted

carrying on in the infinite void

a coin flip existence

with nowhere to explore