Excess of Answers

Always, everyone is left with something.
I have the glasses of a suicide. No
feeling funny, hear? No questions.
What was. There's not a meaning--
no one dies why. Life is what matters,
and that's subjective and dynamic.

Bah. Hambug. We talk and talk
and eat. Same curtains, new room.
The food is confusing. The restaurant
is confused. It wants to be two
other restaurants. Leather on the tables.
Plants in the bathrooms.

Life is like a garden. You find a packet of
seeds. Unmarked. You plant them.
They pullulate and turn out to be
something that could get you in
a lot of trouble. Get as tough as you can.
There's no way to plan. And

hindsight is always always 20/20, especially
when you work in an optical store.
Slivers of metal in all of my fingers.
Damn right they hurt and damn! the projects
end awry. Could be that I could find a better
show of self to admire. Oh herbs and organization.