blame

the beads of ash slipping
through my fingers

the honeycomb cirrus
stretching days endless
around my lethargy

the dopplered sirens
releasing death to its maker

the asphalt yard
filled to the brim
with shattered hubcaps
and dried blood

the looming deadline

the empty beer bottle

the blinking lights,
raindrops
gliding down the cracked windshield
of night's discontent

the system

the open mic

the closed mind

blame anything,
everything

but me