Dead Bugs: March 29, 2023

Where the fuck

is my luck?

There used to be so much-

things keep turning to muck,

I lost my truck!

Misfortune and such,

no opportunity,

a dead community-

I have always liked dead things:

butterfly wings,

bugs on rings,

bees that can't sting,

death that comes naturally,

this isolation supernaturally

fuses and intertwines.

I muse over these changes,

my spine

rearranges.

Who am I now?

Different than I was,

broken and beaten,

just dead bugs.