Fish
in a pond
in a room in the sky
pond is beginning to dry.
Squirrel in a
Tree
in a park
in a town that is old
after dark
the city is cold.
pond .
**** .
little
lights
in
her eyes
teach me to hum
darkest nights
coldest lungs
barely hearing
what is sung
i have become
wretched and numb
abhorrent to face
incredibly small, insignificant
unremembered
a discarded cassette
sometimes, i can laugh at it
how silly to be
powerless
and wrong
worse than *** sandwich, **** flan switch
"giggle"
<spoken in an empty room repeatedly
<for forty two days
<with no bathroom breaks and
<no bathroom humor
words may pass so fast they become
bee *** and glass
breaks
a loving body falls fifty six stories to the ground
telling sixty two stories of how i met you
to seven closest companions
concretizing
every
little
metafloor
koi meets squirrel
head over hurl
floored.
floor 56 look out at the skyline isn't it beautiful? look at the lights!
not as beautiful as you dear.
oh stop.
no really, they make your eyes look all shiny. it's amazing.
well we're in the Center of the city after all.
I wouldn't Trade this for the World.
in the sea
there are
plenty
of fishes
and one
gasping
gilled
breath
not of the earth
but someday
to feel the hard ground underneath,
walk among
the bright lights and
cold stares of
calloused lovers
steps upon cold concrete
in tempo allegro
holding on
to a hum
from very good
one
the song about
when you remembered
to come back for me
and i remembered
how to breathe...
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 10:59 PM UTC
Fish
in a pond
in a room in the sky
pond is beginning to dry.
Squirrel in a
Tree
in a park
in a town that is old
after dark
the city is cold.
pond .
**** .
little
lights
in
her eyes
teach me to hum
darkest nights
coldest lungs
barely hearing
what is sung
i have become
wretched and numb
abhorrent to face
incredibly small, insignificant
unremembered
a discarded cassette
sometimes, i can laugh at it
how silly to be
powerless
and wrong
worse than *** sandwich, **** flan switch
"giggle"
<spoken in an empty room repeatedly
<for forty two days
<with no bathroom breaks and
<no bathroom humor
words may pass so fast they become
bee *** and glass
breaks
a loving body falls fifty six stories to the ground
telling sixty two stories of how i met you
to seven closest companions
concretizing
every
little
metafloor
koi meets squirrel
head over hurl
floored.
floor 56 look out at the skyline isn't it beautiful? look at the lights!
not as beautiful as you dear.
oh stop.
no really, they make your eyes look all shiny. it's amazing.
well we're in the Center of the city after all.
I wouldn't Trade this for the World.
in the sea
there are
plenty
of fishes
and one
gasping
gilled
breath
not of the earth
but someday
to feel the hard ground underneath,
walk among
the bright lights and
cold stares of
calloused lovers
steps upon cold concrete
in tempo allegro
holding on
to a hum
from very good
one
the song about
when you remembered
to come back for me
and i remembered
how to breathe...
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