all fun and games
until you start scratching;
it’ll bite back
multiply
find a way
to exist
Tag: Writing
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
moment’s notice
so you always cared
or did you just want your ass ate.
myth
pray for me
they keep talkin’ on me
keep that mouth away from me.
just a worldy wonder
a monolith
you leavin’ with filth
leavin’ here real high, a –
peter pan
they said it’s normal to feel behind;
i’m just not used to
chasing myself
two the nine
chances are
i take a chance
on myself
for the first time;
i can remember the bad bets
they were never on the house
someone else’s
& they went bust
not this time
ill gamble on this pair
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i see the demons
lurking
behind every devious
thought;
cursing me
reminding me
you can never out run
yourself
lemons
i never worried
just stayed up all night thinking
long Summer evening
nascar
i wonder;
three hundred
thoughts plundered
& wondered;
one too many laps
a two time relapse
one of your wonder
-ful traps.
Saint's Muse 