morning lay like totaled
freedom, wish i could sew
its breeze to my chest and
wear it as a name tag.
sleep was beyond the cost
of damages.
there's a week to work through,
and today is another day?
what is it to forget to blink,
in a bypass of mind, a trickle
of drool at the side of the mouth?
how optical can an illusion get
while in daily activity?
another glug of coffee fails to
enrich the details, the nervous
system blinkers.
the capacity for joy, is proportional
to that of sorrow...every weekend
forgoes that wisdom.
be it chock-full of crazy.
it's the only way.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
morning lay like totaled
freedom, wish i could sew
its breeze to my chest and
wear it as a name tag.
sleep was beyond the cost
of damages.
there's a week to work through,
and today is another day?
what is it to forget to blink,
in a bypass of mind, a trickle
of drool at the side of the mouth?
how optical can an illusion get
while in daily activity?
another glug of coffee fails to
enrich the details, the nervous
system blinkers.
the capacity for joy, is proportional
to that of sorrow...every weekend
forgoes that wisdom.
be it chock-full of crazy.
it's the only way.
