I’d like to share a happy song Figure out what does go wrong Itching scalp from burning sun Seldom let myself have fun…
Want it real? Sushi raw? Lacerations from a jaded saw? I’d like to tell you how I feel Man up from clown Stand ground, appeal
Layers of an onion shed Nightmare turns away pretend The ceiling shows time’s twisted flow Adjusting eyes tune street lamp glow
These walls are bare As will, heartbeats Jugular, nose Breathe, repose This is what a writer chose As muffled echos ocean close Interstate drone Time alone Everything I wrote and own Spells drip catching studio skylight— Wings melt into a candle vigil and A life that works Perceived self-worth To walk this earth Past pain, main, rebirth Limbs coated with sweat My pride, hair, and dirt
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