For better or worse, the old man got himself into this mess. A phone number jotted receipt cradles the sweaty mason jar as the scribbled digits bleed into non existence from the sweating jar.
Purging one last chance at redemption.
Nor does it save the scaled stains on his Goodwill
Coffee table as condensation floods
Into the voids of a half-finished jigsaw puzzle.
The Lighthouse and jagged cliffs are set, but the vast torrents of waves and oceans beyond are scattered like pieces across the particle board ocean of his thrift store table.
Half f i n i s h
Half-lived
—
Full of regrets if you half-lived and half fin i s
Half’ll lead to a life
Full
Of regret.
It is here,
On the shoreline of nothing.
He found
Himself.
