Coffee can time capsule scribbles from my back pocket; dig me up in 30 years and tell me if i was worth it

Blue JFG coffee cans
we don't count the dead
but drive by  vacant houses  
parking structures of our past prodigy
 
childhood cats and dogs
suffocated in chip bags
filling up graveyards
stomachs at the dinner table
 
or maybe more so the couch in front of the T.V.
hospital bed hands is what we're left with
our friends are all black and white envelopes
empty
 
stationary
with no one left to mail them to
photos on these walls are no longer fruitful
it's payday again
 
yet my heart and bank account
are both still empty
google your own name  
while i plant red haven peach trees in my living room