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mouthful of blues
I can see you now
gaily waving,
while I swallow
your mockery
in one crisp bite,
I don’t know
if you notice me
choking, but anyway
it’s beautiful how
you seem to dance
in the light,
and what stories
we’ll tell enveloping,
I can already feel
you fight,
this ain’t your first
time being selfless, and
this ain’t my first
mouthful of blues,
I just can’t help it
sincerely,
yours
my admiration for you.
rand0m th0ught #101
our most lost days
can be our most found,
it all just depends
what’s lost,
it all just depends
who’s in the bin
give em hell
You are not great
You are not special
You’re another puzzle piece,
a letter of scrabble.
But spell great without the G,
or special when missing a C,
place yourself wherever you fit
it’s for them you’ve got to be
they’ll take credit either way, so
if and when you tell
listen son, be a good girl now, when you’re all worn out
it’s best to give em hell.
smart for a change.
I’m an idiot,
a great big idiot.
Aha!
Now with that out of the way,
who’s next?
I implore you,
let down your guard.
It’s actually quite satisfying,
being smart for a change.
Untitled for,
all
that
time
effort
energy
left
to
H
A
N
G
—
breathe
Get out of
bed
Untangle from
sheets
And
breathe
Each day
new
Another crack at
life
vague for vagueness sake
Is it vague for good reason,
or vague for lack of meaning?
It’s a struggle not to tell,
exactly what I’m dealing.
It’s more or less about
the act, that is perceiving.
It is vague for vagueness sake
for whatever needs believing.
the dark of day
Like an archer without aim
I’ve shot myself so many times
into the dark of day.
Like a horse’s leg gone lame
I’ve broken mine so many times
into the dark of day.
Like night and day the same
I’ve hid away so many times
into that dark of day.
Though a dear friend it became,
farewell the night
which lit the way
out of
the dark of day.
two sparrow
This morning, a sparrow
gnaws at my ear, his absence
is all that I see, while sunlight
casts shadows on tree limbs
I hear, nothing but sparrow clearly
while stillness, and calm
fly all through the air, impressions
a Renoir scene, two sparrow
take wing, like dancers I hear
them tip toe paint gracefully.
Words Of An Average White Male 