lmao aight I’ve got this
mundane Monday morning commute. toss a Tylenol capsule
bus full of 4am wake up calls and 5 o clock shadows
driving an arrow through the boom-boom heart in my chest
left you for breakfast with Benson and Hedges. start to reflect
where Narcissus left off. muddy puddle beautification
usually paved with the best intentions. soup kitchen flavoured
realism. with an added slice of lime for the soul
reminds me of home, wherever that was. I’ll get my coat.
winter warmer bricks and mortar. rent paid for the month
bank statements lay crumbled disturbing traces of dust.
ashtray full of butts you kissed. overstaying your welcome
maybe I helped with that not seeing I was partly the cause.
arguments formed like bad habits and grew hard to ignore.
sparse-lit sojourns. time to re-evaluate where I’m headed
taking it steady. retracing old steps we made here already.
sage on spaghetti carbonara. our first meal and our last
revealed what we had was a tangled mess neither could grasp
unappealing and bland.
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