REGRESSION

boredom’s inertia
nudging
directing us
begrudgingly
gleefully
toward our old ways

the kind that got the spit
slapped out your face
the kind that had you
cuffed and extorted

we witnessed all
good intentions aborted
tallying the amount
of times we can scorch earth

living attrition
eroding the notion
that was in bloom
that we were growing

deflated
we plummet
glorious
hopes and dreams
pumped from our stomachs