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  Mar 2019 Sairs Quinn
Bo Burnham
On a Wednesday morning, clear and calm,
                     I went to Astor Place
and had a gypsy read my palm
                     or maybe just my face.

She said my heart was heavy
                     and my head was stuffed with lies.
But things like that weren't on my hand,
                     they hid behind my eyes.

The room is dull and dank and cold but at
least I have a hand to hold.
Sairs Quinn Mar 2019
Cigarettes
are the closest
my lungs
have
to
drowning.
Sairs Quinn Mar 2019
to myself
will begin with
a blank page.

Because I don't know
if I love myself
just yet.
  Mar 2019 Sairs Quinn
Bo Burnham
There goes someone.
                                    Here goes nothing.
#6w
Sairs Quinn Mar 2019
It will take a chisel
to chip away at the detailed designs,
and a hammer
to crack through the carefully laid bricks,
and a wrecking ball
to bust open the stone-cold fence
of doubt and insecurity
I got wall-to-wall around my soul.

After that, you'll need a passcode
and a fingerprint.

You ain't getting in, *****.

— The End —