first idea
after we landed
was a cheeseburger
with grilled diced onions.
that detail was everything
yes you need a good burger
but without that singular topping;
i’d have passed on any other burger
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they’d never believe
the whole story;
it’s too wild-
weak to week;
i knew i was wrong-
for the right reason
i was wrong.
the clock never hit 7pm,
for our sunset-
i remember those nights
they’d never believe
we’d wake
one day
apart
talking about a sunset
together
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i don’t think
i’ve been myself
for a long time;
you didn’t know
it’s not your fault
goodbye.
power
i use to believe
it was to avoid
losing;
to win
no matter what-
now
to only play
when losing
isn’t an option
poison
there is a poison inside me
slithers through my fingers
fang mark lingers
slowly heavy
fist feel heavy
fist feel tightly around your throat
lips feel heavy
fang mark lingers
there is a poison inside me
slithers through our fingers
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writers block
took me out back
and beat me with bats
like office space.
talked a lot of shit
thought it would never happen to me
been a rough few years.
motivation, i find myself thinking about
motivation, what motivates
how to
where when
how to stay motivated,
when the bats
came swinging down
i can’t remember
what that felt like-
it’s a blur
trauma blocked,
the last swing
left a bruise under my right eye
my good eye
& now
i wanna protect what i have left
blue
not the person; i use to be
now- when i see the ocean
i know it’s endless
–
the color blue, pops more
locks the door
drops the keys
and dances her hands
through crashing waves-
the color blue
her dress was see through
deep blue- a raft of bamboo
paddling an avenue
to you
sky blue to the north
fear of deja-vu
keeping you in my field of view
baby blue.
chicken pox
all fun and games
until you start scratching;
it’ll bite back
multiply
find a way
to exist
mayday
i don’t know if i’ll love the same
i don’t know if that’s bad
-i know we will find out
-i know that’s good
all of yesterday
pretty sure i’ve never done anything
& today is the first day i drew breath
the night before, the night before
i gathered materials for a brisket
that brisk evening
we took a stroll to the market to get a brisk
iced tea and a cigarette
all of yesterday
in smoke
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