Where we went wrong

that old glory she flew so well
like the wet rag she was
all broken bone gone wobble
and no one gave a damn
down to the last drop
we watched her
shrivel up and die
and the only thought
as the spark swelled down
as the light centered, as it dimmed,
faded into scrawly-ash
and blackwhiterainbow tone
was “but I don’t want to change the channel”

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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2 Responses to Where we went wrong

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    You have an amazing soul, Jones. Write more please.

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