Some days I lay so awake
A creature of the night
I am
Your little devil
Here to restore the worldly orders
of ineptitude
and faith
Do you dare return to whence you came?
The caverns and tarmac glisten
With an oil slicked sheen
It hasn't been this warm before,
Each day is a record
This year is warmer than the last,
which was the warmest, or the one before
as well
My worry is winged and I am
fanged
Since the last day, I have never
been released from a hunger
The plentitude of the plaintiff
Please
How may I help
Monday, February 27, 2017
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Thursday, February 23, 2017
licking my wounds
In January
It's sixty degrees today
With pouring light
Glorious! Everyone is shouts from
the st to my bedroom
I'm here on the couch
Coughing blood and
slow
fast downing jars of honey
Running t tree over my open sores
Trying to remember when my luck
first ran out
Where i left my wallet
How my body has collapsed from
under me
In January
It's sixty degrees today
With pouring light
Glorious! Everyone is shouts from
the st to my bedroom
I'm here on the couch
Coughing blood and
slow
fast downing jars of honey
Running t tree over my open sores
Trying to remember when my luck
first ran out
Where i left my wallet
How my body has collapsed from
under me
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