The Blues are Here to Stay

I think the blues

are here to stay this time.

They’ve taken up residence,

unpacked their bags,

kicked out any thoughts of love,

future dreams, hope,

replaced them with their clutter,

the unmade bed of loneliness,

the broken couch of sorrow,

the shattered windows

of dread and regret.

So I may as well kick up my feet

and smoke some weed with them,

light up a cigar

and burn it to a nub,

pull my covers over my head

and sleep

sleep

sleep.