Some Days

Some days,

 I want to hiss and burble

splurting old rusted words

and tears everywhere

as I break my rotting hold

on existence

that has gone beyond

its expiry date.

Some days,

no amount of

trying, tape or trauma

can revive

past due promises

that remember

those shiny hopes

of yesterday's beginnings.

Some days,

I pray 

for the pipes to burst,

the dam to flow 

so i can rip out 

my old decayed heart

filled with detritus and disease.

Aye; yet replace with plumbing brilliant and new.

Some days...

Some days,
I ponder
wondering what to write
thus I visit friends
and pick up inspiration
where I may
like today
with my visit to Magpie Tales.