Take this idea
and give it away.
Send it out to sea.
There are no ideas
I want to be.
Take this “because”
and chop it up
scatter it without reason onto a wave.
There is no way
I will in any way behave.
Take this kiss
and throw it away
into the gleaming gutter.
There is only this only
I can at last mutter.
Take this plan
tear it, tear it up.
Everything’s broke, of decay.
There is no future
except waiting on that day.
