So off

 Everything is off.
When everything is still there, 
Everything reminds you. 
Everything needs to be disposed of, somehow
Every twenty years at least. 
Every time a person goes home
They can't just be faced with 
A dustier version of everything they always loved. 
Instead every so often everything needs a good
Toss in the trash. 
Imagine my loneliness, 
A preacher of pitching
In library school.
But everything, and I mean everything 
Is such a dusty shadow of itself 
And shadow selves are not part
Of my year ahead, no sir. Everything
Except this one incredibly old
Bottle of shampoo
Has got to go
to get me back
To loving the past.

2 comments:

  1. "they can't just be faced with / a dustier version of everything they always loved"
    definitely!

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