To say the cloth that hangs from me
is admired by the person I can be
it’s a big step.
Prodigious, steep
like falling down the stairs asleep
I can’t imagine a you with me
But the fantasy of road blocks inspired scriptures
written in fury can be the happiest thing I have yet to be.
Tell me it won’t be forever
and I won’t mind, whatever.
A piece of you spread across the board of time would be quite as I inclined
Labels and song titles racing through my brain
singing every night to keep myself sane
the signs slapped like tramp stamps on the naive aim of youth
wondering why my mind is screaming out for a lovely truce
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