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hello

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my name is unannounced

but i come hearing a sweet beat for you

and it flows like

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Jell-O

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specifically the green kind

but that’s too far off topic to matter

to us so

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mellow

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by sitting in an armchair

imagining the world to come

though it looks so

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shallow

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you'll be pleasantly surprised

to find the glass can never be too full

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even though we settle too soon

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love it for three weeks

and then rename it

to forget how

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hollow

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it really is inside

but the puppy’s made of painted glass

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of life i’ve wondered

what we want

while it certainly is challenging

there must be more than what it seems

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lets examine

our lives when we were kids

we find bruises scrapes and cuts

and your goldfish Tim

he likes to swim in circles cause the world's too big

but he only swims clockwise cause he’s missing a fin

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now he

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speeds up

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grows legs

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takes form

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and he

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gets lost

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plays God

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gets born

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but he loses sight of clarity

and succumbs to the apathy

of time in all its brevity

at every opportunity to

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return

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to the Jell-O whose convictions seem far less firm

as they softly fall on flowers wearing    f r e s h   s n o w

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goodbye

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i’ll be missing you for years to come

on lets go fishing we might catch us something *******’

about

why don’t we just pretend everything is fine

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why don’t

we just take a number

get in line

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why don’t

we search for truth inside our blackest lies

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how else

to lend true purpose to these fading lives

i walk

brain dragging

behind me

(a suitcase)


this is what i have

this is what i know

this is what i am


did i leave my oven on?

will my apartment

(along with my neighbors)

be spent cinders

when i return?


a line of yellow tape

a shyly raised hand


this is all i have

this is all i know

this is all i am


(forgetful)

(stupid)

(out of room)

(out of time)

(out of spite)

(out of rhyme)


poor

dependent

rummaging through my suitcase

on the sidewalk

for my key


(if it’s yours

you have to prove it)

this really is all my


(fault)

(problem)

loss


pushing past my

belongings

looking beneath my

self

i find the only thing

i ever really had

in a place where it can never be turned to ashes


i am all i have

i am all i know

i am all i am


seeing it safe

slightly scuffed but still intact

(contrary to cruel conveyancing)

i wrap my heart in a dying thought

building a fortress of drying observation

around a charred husk

of burnt-out hope


applying it firmly

between clenched teeth

(edging out gravity with pressure)

behind zipped lips


still, i walk

brain dragging

behind me

(a suitcase)