dye dripping///drip drip drip
ruining the plans of a man
of a million man
blueprints too blue
now laying in the sand
blowing blowing away down the beach
what of it, what is left
a few c flats and a treble clef
and keys that don’t unlock
thrown in a drawer
they don’t work no more
locks somewhere out there
that long to be opened
wait wait wait in vain
the keys don’t even remember their name
they lay in comfortable retirement
next to the rubber bands
the scotch tape
staples longing for a stapler
to hug them
