Dog-ends
By jfarrell
Stained coffee mugs and frayed shirts;
Dusty unread books on an undusted shelf;
Wallpaper peeling where the rain comes through;
These are the dog-ends of my life.
Detritus, clutter builds up around me, unseen;
A forgotten CD here, a photo I forgot to burn there;
A lifetime of junk builds up;
And I live amongst these dog-ends.
And now, like the most desperate of smokers,
I must break these dog-ends and build a new one to smoke;
A new life to live;
From the ashes of my dog-ends a dragon will arise.