Letter

The letter
you left...

might as well
of said I am going to the store
and stopping by Kentucky on the way out of California...

The letter you left
might as well have said
we suck
and even at that
we are no good.

No good.

Good
no good.

Bad
plenty
plenty to share,

but no one's listening,
no one's lining up,
no one is in need of more misery.
Everyone
can go home
and find plenty of that to spare,
plenty to spare
on everyone's table, plenty,
plenty to spare.

Yes.
This,
this is the new thanks,
the new thanks,
thanks.

Glasses usually used to cheer
raised really in hope of forgetting.
Fill 'em up
fill 'em up again
and again.

Joy to anyone
that can still define
it,

but here
the night rises
and takes the pressure off
for awhile
form the light I wasn't living up to anyway.