I’ve watched shadows confuse
the two loose ends of snooze button smashing friends
who can’t situate the falling bricks of their own crumbling empires.
Breathe in the burning tires
And watch the scene ween blissfully from the night
you couldn’t explain the placement of your left foot
in relation to the right.
Soon after the elder smiled
the happiness was filed next to
a disgraceful pile of excuses.
Who knows what the use is,
or what your next move it.
Won’t be as fortunate as finding your soul
at the bottom of a box
of Fruit Loops