rationed out the last of my cash
for cigarettes and ICE CREAM
fully aware that
sleeping more and more
as the daylights go on
the forces are so tempting
with the split ends in my own mind
wishing to have answers that
turn and ***** out truffles, binding
my own egotistical lot to a mirror that suffers phrases
the echoes and to do lists never made it
maybe if a pinkie was slipped inside it's eyelid
it would make sense to some disco jockey,
sit back and smoke a cigar at the end of quarantine
twenties slowly passing
time to understand that the days mostly pass the same
and sure, sure SURE that is okay
and healing as ice cream
If only I could play
in cigarette dish cans and flick wands
somewhere in this brain stew there may be a purpose to latch onto
but for now, the days are divided by cups of coffee
laying eggs in the bed and more on the kitchen table
hatching comedic comic strips that fall on dim laughter
A few frames a second
Chocolate chip cookies
search history
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
rationed out the last of my cash
for cigarettes and ICE CREAM
fully aware that
sleeping more and more
as the daylights go on
the forces are so tempting
with the split ends in my own mind
wishing to have answers that
turn and ***** out truffles, binding
my own egotistical lot to a mirror that suffers phrases
the echoes and to do lists never made it
maybe if a pinkie was slipped inside it's eyelid
it would make sense to some disco jockey,
sit back and smoke a cigar at the end of quarantine
twenties slowly passing
time to understand that the days mostly pass the same
and sure, sure SURE that is okay
and healing as ice cream
If only I could play
in cigarette dish cans and flick wands
somewhere in this brain stew there may be a purpose to latch onto
but for now, the days are divided by cups of coffee
laying eggs in the bed and more on the kitchen table
hatching comedic comic strips that fall on dim laughter
A few frames a second
Chocolate chip cookies
search history
Request permission to use this poem