Sep 2019
sometimes these thoughts intrude my mind.
like a sudden drop of coffee from a swill of brown
slurring the words i've already compiled into blobs of ink.
though rarely any of them scratch the surface,
bleeding into the margins.
but they usually ooze into the bottom of the page,
since i lost count chiliads ago.
like a sudden drop of coffee from a swill of brown
slurring the words i've already compiled into blobs of ink.
though rarely any of them scratch the surface,
bleeding into the margins.
but they usually ooze into the bottom of the page,
since i lost count chiliads ago.
i thought about this like 3 in the morning
i need to turn in seventeen assignments bbbbBBBBB
i need to turn in seventeen assignments bbbbBBBBB
