#430
Tell me to go
and write poetry?
Who do you
think you are?
The love of my life?
#431
All my daydreams
include me igniting the
hours, chasing myself
around the globe to
absolute exhaustion.
i dream whilst simultaneously
in one particular place
routinely exercising,
visiting, and creating,
harmonious with the daylight.
How can one expect to
capture their dreams
when they seem to be
made up from pieces of
different puzzles?
#432
There’s a very good possibility
that i’m falling apart,
or dying.
Yesterday, i bled for an hour,
from a small wound
that would not clot,
then there’s been the headaches,
and sound sensitivity,
and lights,
good lord, the lights…
Lethargic, perhaps just unhealthy,
asthma continually choking my breaths,
maybe i’m simply unhappy,
though, i shouldn’t be, right?
Everything’s pretty ok,
i saw zillions of stars last night.
Perhaps i’m paranoid?
If so i’ll be glad,
then all these feelings would
have served a laugh, a mirror,
a reflection of will
and a relentless the puff of strength
against the strangles of reality.
#433
A tumbling wave of ease
a pocket full of coins
patios with sixty cent coffees,
mere moments from seasides,
from parks, salt on the breeze,
toast with cheese, regretting
that i’ll be soon to leave.
#434
It’s probably time
to address
the torn linings
of my coat pockets.
And while i’m at it,
my accounts aren’t
looking too marvellous either.
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Take care, call your family, tell them you love them.
wazoo!
-Mr. Write