Ya look all over
and see people
everywhere
hands in pockets,
coins passing through
fingers; gold watches
glimmering beneath the
summer setting sun
These people
are people you could
love, have loved,
and may never love again
We share our
bodies like bees
with their
honey
And it's okay to
lose it all, as though
we never had it
in the first place
The tidal of days
ahead, crashing
against our open mouths;
Productivity
a curse
The pursuit
of happiness
a disease
Ya wonder if
it's going to get
any better;
if it's going to be
as perfect as it
was when we
were children
But the universe
had something
worse
in store for
us
instead
The air condition
hums, the car starts
and the engine
rattles, the baby
coos for warmth;
and somewhere
someone is holding
a door for a woman
who has an appointment
with a doctor;
there's a bump
where there
shouldn't be;
a deep love
that dare
not leave.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
Ya look all over
and see people
everywhere
hands in pockets,
coins passing through
fingers; gold watches
glimmering beneath the
summer setting sun
These people
are people you could
love, have loved,
and may never love again
We share our
bodies like bees
with their
honey
And it's okay to
lose it all, as though
we never had it
in the first place
The tidal of days
ahead, crashing
against our open mouths;
Productivity
a curse
The pursuit
of happiness
a disease
Ya wonder if
it's going to get
any better;
if it's going to be
as perfect as it
was when we
were children
But the universe
had something
worse
in store for
us
instead
The air condition
hums, the car starts
and the engine
rattles, the baby
coos for warmth;
and somewhere
someone is holding
a door for a woman
who has an appointment
with a doctor;
there's a bump
where there
shouldn't be;
a deep love
that dare
not leave.
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