Would You Like Your Receipt?

If every day is infamous,

And I believe that they are …

I probably should’ve saved the receipt. 

Pocketed a napkin.

Or maybe picked up a tossed away penny. 

All of these memories are starting to disintegrate as the days of infamy fade –

And can now only to be recounted by graphics on show posters or the words that populate never read reviews.

Even though those house are rebuilt … the wood is warped. The foundation faulty. They’re  quickly condemned and torn down.

But beating on –

Driven by nothing.

Heading … everywhere.