Smoke swirls lazily around the room
highlighting currents of cold air
landing on my skin, cold, but not
cold enough for the season
There’s plenty of reasons to disassociate
in traffic, in the shower, in the middle
of a conversation you would have loved
to hear about twenty minutes after
it happened again again again
with the mental illness the OCD
the symphony of desperate noise
a hand from beyond the grave
violence but it’s fine because
it’s internal far far away
from anyone who might have noticed
but they have problems too
too bright, too loud, too often
wait ten minutes life forgot
the **** and in this economy
who could afford it anyway
Today is different but I can’t
quantify the entanglement estranged
from who I was a year ago
or was it yesterday?
There’s a funeral happening somewhere
the flags are at half mast
half-past the hour when I needed
to be on the bus but just give me
another snooze button or perhaps
a pill for these trying times
Time to put on big kid *******
and lift the sword of Damocles
higher higher high as giraffe *****
reminiscing of a time where we
were more ****** up than this
intoxicated driver with no hands
on the wheel but somehow
we made it to this moment
momentary specks of dust and
scorched earth scars poured into
a random set of circumstances
Do you believe in second chances?
Do I? Is it intelligent design
when I can’t find my socks or
I can’t step through the door
because outside feels like burning
garbage in garbage out, they say
What does that say about us?
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 2:28 PM UTC
Smoke swirls lazily around the room
highlighting currents of cold air
landing on my skin, cold, but not
cold enough for the season
There’s plenty of reasons to disassociate
in traffic, in the shower, in the middle
of a conversation you would have loved
to hear about twenty minutes after
it happened again again again
with the mental illness the OCD
the symphony of desperate noise
a hand from beyond the grave
violence but it’s fine because
it’s internal far far away
from anyone who might have noticed
but they have problems too
too bright, too loud, too often
wait ten minutes life forgot
the **** and in this economy
who could afford it anyway
Today is different but I can’t
quantify the entanglement estranged
from who I was a year ago
or was it yesterday?
There’s a funeral happening somewhere
the flags are at half mast
half-past the hour when I needed
to be on the bus but just give me
another snooze button or perhaps
a pill for these trying times
Time to put on big kid *******
and lift the sword of Damocles
higher higher high as giraffe *****
reminiscing of a time where we
were more ****** up than this
intoxicated driver with no hands
on the wheel but somehow
we made it to this moment
momentary specks of dust and
scorched earth scars poured into
a random set of circumstances
Do you believe in second chances?
Do I? Is it intelligent design
when I can’t find my socks or
I can’t step through the door
because outside feels like burning
garbage in garbage out, they say
What does that say about us?
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