I was thinking about it

Again.

I can’t explain.

I shouldn’t explain it.

Don’t make me name it.

Even though maybe I knew it

At one time or another.

The streaming of a dangerous mind.

Teetering on the edge.

Paper tiger.

Blow it over with one breath.

And none of it matters.

That’s the fucking joke isn’t?

None of it ever mattered 

And we are wasting time.

Reading this prose.

Hollow and meaningless.

Like dry grass

All we ever ask.