RUSH

[e11even]

the annoyance of mornings- coffee and kids.
the polos of boring, professional bid...
farewell to this pillow, this comforter's skin,
Hello to this lunchbox, its zippered-up grin.
Dismembered, the scripts, floating like blimps on my mental...
Easy to dispel, opposite to get into.
Grasping couplets and loose notions, i use lotion,
Black's ash a poison to this manly-ish potion.
commanding the troops in formation to chew,
cheerios swim in the lake of its skim til they prune.

impending impatience.

same pants this day...
leather belt that causes droops with the loops in play.
fuck. I look goof. great.
the tune of the troops at bay- moved to a soothed version of the mood that stayed.

back downstairs :/

food prepared... she has nuisanced hair...
i'm confused... the glare
she used left me a mute, she dared...
my face contorted, she mused. I spared.
She hands me aerosol to use to undo the snares.
styled. worn with an imbued hue and flair.

she's happy :)

salute to the lieutenant, organized n patient,
Though my vibe n mind are vacant
she sees I inside n tries communication.
Success in the moment,
too little time ta try to capitalize n we know it.

its 6:15 am.

Time to make a day of this morning.
Rhythms in-stanza parle across the inside of my forehead
as the troops assemble for boarding.
Grieves of daily grief are equipped to be tied.
This a bondage of daily labor, and the rush it implies... to which there's a mourning.

Life is lost time, death a cumulation of such.
To work I go. Wash, rinse repeat. But rush...