It’s done 
be it
meal madness 
or men
time now 
to savor 
to sit
in silence 
and watch 
dust settle 

I’m just going 
to sit here
and be quiet 
it is better 
I think than
running away from 
one storm and 
headlong into another 

The value 
of life 
isn’t in
its binding 
but rather 
the perspective 
gleaned from 
pouring over 
the pages 
in between 

And as I 
tuck in nightmares 
once thought of
as dreams I
use dirt instead 
of blankets to 
cover them one
day I’ll plant 
petunias there or 
maybe rhubarb and 
make use of 
the fertile soil 
of what once 
might have been 

Oh so long
ago the music 
stopped but I 
kept on humming 
the same tune 
thinking then hoping 
that one day
the band would 
come to town 
they never did 
and now even
I have forgotten 
what to do 
now that I 
have no song