thought out | poem

poetry

one day be good, no more gut swell.

poison the inners of doubt anxiety,

beer nicotine—who know what others do.  

it is paid when salary come.

waves of unreasonable

deadlines feel on the monthly.

paperweight pressures

screen time fill until free time.

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there is sunset, impossible yellow

blood red moon veins

in park heavy green

too much rain.

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kite hang like hover…