you awake, and your blood
it’s changed, wrong color,
which color matters not, just,
it isn’t what’s supposed to be,
the wound that wasn’t there yesterday,
won’t/isn't being healed, somethings wrong
you don’t need to admit the admission,
no supposition, the truth, it will out you
wearing the weariness in/on your eyes,
your forehead and anywhere it matters
even strangers double take, cross over the
street to avoid visiting your visage
sometimes it can’t be helped, enormity
seems insufficient to redress overwhelming
gonna give up this wretched writing gig,
recording date & time futile & unimportant
the everything everywhere every day is
well past the Nevery, but specificity is not
yeah gonna take a breather, a whole season,
put aside the reasons, no more deep cuts
when the portico spaces shout, sorry ,closed,
in spades, but you don’t feel it or care
go off and cater to yourself, knowing in
advance, that work won’t advance you past
the point of return, who, you’re too wounded,
no forward, the past is clout clouded, rough
the word some is a totality, what you got,
is something else, & need another something
taking a break from fools and friends, at now,
ain't any difference, gonna lie down, yeah,
lie down or lie up
because
sometimes it helps
