Treasures and Trash

Things break down, then things break up
but you never break even.

I wear one mask at night and exchange it
for another in the morning. Treasures and Trash...
Life in a Box

The space was full of unfulfilled promises
and the stench of defeat and failure.
Dead dreams lay scattered on the floor.
The air was stale.
Boxes of baggage and bags of mould
Reminders of yesterday, for better for worse.

There are physical scars and the other kind.
The physical you learn to live with
because everyone can see them, and accept them.
They are sometimes worn as badges of courage
Trophies from victories and reminders of defeat

The others are hidden, shrouded in secrecy and mystery,
only available for your ministering and healing.
Cosmetic surgery of the soul.

I feel like the bunny with the bad battery.
The ground shook violently, then cracked and split
like a Christmas walnut.
Headstone fell upon headstone, upon headstone
like some game of devil’s dominos.
While he lay celebrating on a cloud.

Dan Blix