No lights

no title

don’t skip ahead

don’t skip to a better song,

wait it out through the commercials.

Sit down and attempt to flesh out a fable

battle through all that bright light  and all the papers left behind by all those spies,

who left so quickly through the open doors,,,, and you forgot what was in your hand

forgot that it was touchscreen

forgot how quickly you opened the doors.

//////Forgot what was in your hand,

and in their hands, too.

When they left to burning in the rearview,

left to laugh; to carry on.

All of it burning behind them,

burning and laughing ,

burning,,,,

knowing what it all means,

knowing, ,,,

          knowing what’s to come