hodgepodge lullabye

nothing really matters

at the end of this road

the lawyers will be buried

right next to all the thieves

good and bad used to exist

in our minds, long since decayed

but now we've all been shot and charred

these concepts are just dreamlit shapes.

we danced under the beating

of a speaker, not a heart,

and deep down we cried

cause we never saw the night

the soft, glowing moon

peering through the clouds

singing songs, reminding us

of everyone we lost

and so the poem ends

with nothing left to say

just vague and wistful lines

to spill out on this page

in the hopes that i

could find some peace of mind

but all i got was sadness

and a hodgepodge lullabye.

august 10, 2021