Semi-Daily Scribbles

the city sneaks up behind you
tells you what to think

your friends are all scholars
reason why you drown in drink

thoughts not good enough
to protect or entertain

more than a thunderhead
you are the rain

now it's too late to whitewash the wall
you should've lived your rough draft
that was the point of it after all

such freedom
such release

failure brings about a certain kind of peace