Yard Sale

It feels different in the basement

Now that it's vacant

Darker and colder

Or maybe I'm older

And maybe it's useless

Futile and toothless

To be so nostalgic

Against all my logic

Everything's gone

It's out on the lawn

For neighbors to pilfer

What was once familiar

But I still get neurotic

Tongue tied and knotted

An entire existence

Just stuffed into boxes

But it doesn't mean much of anything to me

It looks different in the basement

Now that it's painted

A new coat of ochre

It used to feel closer

Maybe it's the embers

Of some misremembered

Halcyon gilded

Days that have wilted

It's all become ancient

Now strangers are pacing

Through my childhood bedroom

And mocking the spacing

And as much as you've fought it

You still get nostalgic

The pain in your eye

That just bores through the socket

But it doesn't mean much of anything to me

Yard sale this Saturday

And I'm giving it all away

It feels different in the basement

Empty and naked

And I'm growing impatient

From trying to chase it

I thought I had caught it

Safe in my pocket

But I still somehow lost it

Dropped it, forgot it

No it doesn't mean much of anything to me

(Wistful drinking leads to wishful thinking)

Yard sale this Saturday

And I'm giving it all away