Two Years

I am a blank platter.
Free wine, I ate the welcome.
Mad at the bar
Too light, too loud.
Wasted, waiting

A Fresh Start

My mind is very blank.
I want to caress white tiles
To slide my boots

To swallow sterling silver plated trinkets.
There are so many piles.
and gold plated trinkets.

Straining to be upright things.
So many miles of mistakes

Breaking to be organized
It is a sick formation