pocket full of posey

yes the pot i washed tonight
has been there
since christmas
(it only really had water in it)
problem is
prince charming does the dishes
but he ain’t here

overactive imagination
the three great mysteries
in no particular order
i wonder how innocent she really is
how much he lies
if i am blind

one disappears
the other won't go away
and in between
is where i care
secrets written on stone
tonight one less
as i add two more to the pile
i know what i see

the pit
the edge
lightning flashes
that music takes me back
to a not good place
i never want to be
that unhappy
again

i get it now
i do
what was there
or not
irrelevant
there is just now
and if any of us are lucky,
maybe tomorrow