toss it out
make some room
for new memories
ain’t no reason
to be hangin’ on
to what there
ain’t no need for
give a fond
remembrance now
and put it
in the trash
no yard sale stuff
that only crowds
some other person’s peace
some other’s mental space
jus’ toss it out
an’ move on . . .
when it comes
with night lights blarin’
razor sharp an’
winkin’, wailin’
tuneful troubadours with
tales of woe an’ wonder
tales of loss an’ left to wander
hearts an’ souls
can’t bear to be alone but
never seem to stay together
so late at night
with night lights blarin’
razor sharp an’
winkin’, wailin’
tuneful troubadours
their passions pulsing
reliving every cut an’ stab
the harshest times
that never die
so crisp, so clear
come share their pain
can’t stay away
over an’ over
again an’ again