All night tears got my eyes swelled shut
Fuzzies stuck in the blood where I cut
I wanna say I hate but I don't
I wanna sleep all day but I won't
I wanna talk to you but I can't
Jus don't wanna hear u rant
Feel like I lost my best friend and the love of my life
How can one person deal with all this pain n strife
Feel like my life is in exile
But u won't c my pain only a Smile one step forward
two steps back
two steps forward
fall on my ***
stand back up
splat face first in the dirt
jump back up big ole grin
keep knocking me down
I'll still win
So put on your makeup maybe
Hold your chin up n fake it baby
Things won't always be this bad
Look at all the good times you've had
So hold that smile on your face
Some day things will fall into place.
push on baby your stronger than this bs n can hold your head high cuz when you stand tall it's hard for people to look down on u even if you only stand 5"2

my soul is melting
burning away like a candle wick
crumbling like chalk

i read the words on a page
heart starting to race
"paranoia"

each person is evil
i tell myself
they have motives
that i don't know

the unconscious
leads my brain
driven by the id
about to break.

On a nameless lake
north of Nipigon
I saw a creature

up in the crown
of a burnt-out jack pine
watching me wonder:

should I go on, into the opening
cleared by the fire, or return?
I stayed at the edge,

half in the open,
afraid of a windigo;
I must have turned back

and paddled in,
over spruce bogs,
across Black Sturgeon Lake;

I must have come in,
tell me you saw me
come in.

in between the seam
of day

and evening
the entirety of the sky

and the november leaves
cinder in the same glow

the streets
and sidewalks are stained

with autumn impastos
in our arc

we wax
and wane

the many moons
our course permanently burnt

with the colors
of departure

and return
soon

in winter’s patient keep
we will close our eyes

and fill our dreams
with release

OMBRES
de nous-mêmes
ANCIENS



April in Paris
John Donne has indigestion
pines for words from the Isle of Wight

"...whether I be
increased by a child or
diminished by the loss of a wife..."

his baby is born
dead
his wife lives

words...words
these creatures
made of ink

he begins his Anniversaries
Elizabeth Drury becomes a symbol
for the death of youth and beauty

Ben Johnson scorns
such
extreme lamentation

"If it had been written of
the ****** Mary
...it had been something!"

"...she, she is dead; she's dead:
how wan a ghost
this our world is..."

"the imputation of having said
so much
...to say as well as I could...

an Emperor is
about to be
elected

the busy old sun
rests for a moment in
an empty room

Saving a created municipal bond of a theorized crime
Maintaining a non profit exempt tax folder while creating an insolvent debt in time

Form 990
Tax code limiting liability companies

Eventually illegal statements

Panicked annexes of credit unions from government department not allowed collusion or co mingled debt insurance funds

Must invest in American companies and innovation rewards

Lifetime of white collar economic cycle
Federal violations and audit half life

Lifetime of white collar economic cycle
Federal violations and audit half life
#aoc #elizabethwarren #cagovernor #nytimes #latimes #washingtonpost #dailymirror #bbcnews #ctvnew

I finished riri

As an economist with military forces beyond describing my cause is foreign to the market
In irresolute desk I remain

An abstensionist party member

I beat rehab with inner peace
Love

When she decides she's dating best friends
It gets messy
And you fall deeper together

Emily, when the expectations have you as a coatrack
Grab it and go run your business
We have documents
Peaceful understanding of our world
Teaching times tables to zero