the phone - it calls:
my impulse crawls
back to the moment ‘twas
mighty, and strong;
the tv on the drywall -
knows how to stall -
my mind from its prime;
my body from a shawl --
i feel my palms
so cold - and remote:
the channel shows
a woman in a fur coat;
she looks so sad -
with all she has;
she quits on love,
doesn’t leave a note.
i turn to music;
tune to the rhymes -
my sorrows of the day;
i buy some time:
debt looms over -
menacing, by the day;
volume seeks heed -
i cannot pay.
done for the day,
i put the phone down;
the screens go dark -
make me look like a clown.
i cannot keep tabs on
on all my regrets, so -
i force the ******* laptop
to shut down.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC
the phone - it calls:
my impulse crawls
back to the moment ‘twas
mighty, and strong;
the tv on the drywall -
knows how to stall -
my mind from its prime;
my body from a shawl --
i feel my palms
so cold - and remote:
the channel shows
a woman in a fur coat;
she looks so sad -
with all she has;
she quits on love,
doesn’t leave a note.
i turn to music;
tune to the rhymes -
my sorrows of the day;
i buy some time:
debt looms over -
menacing, by the day;
volume seeks heed -
i cannot pay.
done for the day,
i put the phone down;
the screens go dark -
make me look like a clown.
i cannot keep tabs on
on all my regrets, so -
i force the ******* laptop
to shut down.
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