inspiration > expiration

its quite funny how i write
when my emotions are tearing
down trailor parks.
warm fronts and cold fronts greet,
creating catastrophe.

i write about the livestock spinning
helplessly through my vortex.
i tear their limbs from
their bodies with ink
and the flesh of trees,
with hard drives and keys.

its quite funny how i dismiss
the sapphire skies,
how their importance is minor
and forgettable.
with what i know,
with the lessons i've learned,
disaster is much easier
to express,
to address.

is this the sum of what i know?
no.

from a lifetime of what "not to do"
i shall uncover an era of what "to do"