So down, I'm drinking coffee grounds
to stay up. Pieces of bark in my
cup like a tired dog running on half-
woofs. Half & Half fizzles, sizzles
West Coast Folgers corporate doorstep.
Step lightly / hardwood floorboards.
Each creak, each door hinge "hello" couldn't
make me go. Fetch me the paper, some
poetry, a pen and a pad to write on.
To feel right on.
Lines so loose that delicates / zip-ups /
camisoles lie on the hillside
trying to poke the clouds, pop 'em,
with their tags. 100% cottonpoly-
estersilkrayon blend. Pure blend,
breakfast blend. The mug I stole
from the caf 'cause they steal from
me. Thousands of dollars every semester
for Cheerios everyday. Cholesterol doesn't
matter to me. Not because I don't care,
but because I've lowered the good kind, too.
So low, so low, the parking garage elevator
girls can't pick me up. So low on morale,
my textbook battalion would rather shut
me out.
So low that I'd let them.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
So down, I'm drinking coffee grounds
to stay up. Pieces of bark in my
cup like a tired dog running on half-
woofs. Half & Half fizzles, sizzles
West Coast Folgers corporate doorstep.
Step lightly / hardwood floorboards.
Each creak, each door hinge "hello" couldn't
make me go. Fetch me the paper, some
poetry, a pen and a pad to write on.
To feel right on.
Lines so loose that delicates / zip-ups /
camisoles lie on the hillside
trying to poke the clouds, pop 'em,
with their tags. 100% cottonpoly-
estersilkrayon blend. Pure blend,
breakfast blend. The mug I stole
from the caf 'cause they steal from
me. Thousands of dollars every semester
for Cheerios everyday. Cholesterol doesn't
matter to me. Not because I don't care,
but because I've lowered the good kind, too.
So low, so low, the parking garage elevator
girls can't pick me up. So low on morale,
my textbook battalion would rather shut
me out.
So low that I'd let them.
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