My Note for You

this is my note for you

and as you can see

it is nothing new

so upon absorbing its content

remember to crumple or burn

or consume

it is nothing new

only words echoed from my compost bin 

words scattered and scarred in the dust

I am not leaving and I didn’t send roses

so it is nothing new

but my words are here ...

they will always be here:

the whisper in your sleep

the ghost in the compost

the paper in your belly

the ash in your ashtray

the devil in your entrails

remember to feed the cats