Lost Receipts
[had a fire consume one of the places I lived, and lost damn near everything - Here is a poem about coming home to it]
all the vehicles on the road today
Will be obsolete as quickly
As the device upon which
This reads. -
"what will you do world, when
It cannot use and shit on me anymore?"
And what advantage
Am i supposed to take
With these hard copies of spam?
Like all the interesting art
Generated within every hour
Worth centuries
Yet like annual flowers?
Deliver individual pieces
Like mailing post cards?
Burn them away like gas
That vanishes like it will last?
Oh but we made it home again.
[Did we really?]
Here I am
Printing documents just for
Reviewing insurance terms.
Might as well be thrown away, as well.
Yet where are my receipts?
For the rectangular dust vacancies?
That whole back swinging screen door
Slamming in stolen breezes
Where the needless uniforms meet suits,
To take inventory of the missing
Things in my scenes
They never experienced.
And what should I do?
With each business card?
Or empathetic look and offering -
Here in a week?
Considering my golden desk
Has up and disappeared too?
Which held proof of life;
Purchases; and investments in me;
Priceless scrambles
Along scattered narrow pages;
Who is going to repay me those?
The only sort of valuables
That were in considerable savings.
And what should I do?
With this tune : : : : :
D-DA-LA-DA-DA
[DALADADA]
D-DA-LA-DA-DA
[DALADADA]
Donlundlundun_da_da_da
Now stuck on mute in my head ? ?