Smear

By Dominic Jones

This is about a 4 year relationship gone bad, at least partially.

Woke up around noon today

No dreams that I can recall

Maybe just for today

I won’t drop the ball

On everything I should be working on

Drink a little coffee and light a cigarette

Take this box and fill it with regrets

Give them to big guy in the sky

Who’s watching over me

Reminding myself how lucky

I am to be free

Lucky to have people who care and share

People who want me to do good

Go back to college like I know I should

Even without those influences

What started out as a journal entry

Blossomed into this

Today I know

Don’t have to ball up my fists

Over anyone or anything

Write all through the winter

And welcome the spring

Where all my senses are heightened

Down to the nitty-gritty

Like crying in my car when it’s raining

Waiting for the smear of red in my windshield

To turn to smeared green