I've lent myself to self
parody. I am yellow grass
in summer. So easy to see
in daylight, split-rays.
Again I stumble through the
door too closely, nose grazing
siding too rough, not fit for
suburban living.
I am outside now, cigarette in lungs
almost empty of airspace. Tight
breath, silt sinew of exhale and
burning, eyes painted in panic.
Four smokes in, cherry blossom
cheeks, a rosary of liquor, perhaps
lending myself to sanity,
a bright morning in autumn.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
I've lent myself to self
parody. I am yellow grass
in summer. So easy to see
in daylight, split-rays.
Again I stumble through the
door too closely, nose grazing
siding too rough, not fit for
suburban living.
I am outside now, cigarette in lungs
almost empty of airspace. Tight
breath, silt sinew of exhale and
burning, eyes painted in panic.
Four smokes in, cherry blossom
cheeks, a rosary of liquor, perhaps
lending myself to sanity,
a bright morning in autumn.
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