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New York minutes on an L.A. rush hour stage

bartering time for money, wasting it on love

or vice versa

 

rationalizing choices in white rabbit pocket watch anxiety

a pound of flesh to sell off a soul in limited real estate high yield *******

 

not a single serving available to nourish the mind

after insipid, ear-bleeding monologue conversations

 

compiling minutes into days suffered

always searching for that quick high, down to the wire bout of ********** asphyxiation

 

in diamond pressure ulcers born in

self-induced, great expectations

that look like strangers in the distance

 

the breadcrumbs that resemble the stain of dreams

feed the drama that knows the only truth

 

the hollow cannot be filled with a diet of Xanax and double shot espresso

dancing through norms on marionette strings

 

bartering time for love, wasting it on money

or vice versa

when time is all we possess

 

wondering, if once that currency is depleted,

will your soul finally feel complete

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Written by
prttybrd
Published
Dec 31, 2019
Lines·Words
20·150
Notes

122719

152w

Tags
#time#stress#life#ny#la#work#daybyday
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