Melatonin nightmares
Burning bullet casing bright
Like one, two, three and
You’ll do as well.
Shape shifting searches
Change form and face in the fog
“Futile” I’d tell you.
But you’re not listening again.
Black. Dinner is
burnt to charcoal
rice crispie treat
But seriously?
Who cares anymore
Crunching forward
Sliding back
Intellect battles life
And always loses.
Respect?
I don’t think so.
Grey wall angles
Missing my drink
I could keep going
On and on and
Out run you for once
But ive got bigger fish
Nets be goddamned
Freefalling through frosting
Billows bearing buoyancy
Afloat for, no wait.
Bouncing back on incongruencies
Weighted down wanting
Idiosyncrasies in between the spaces
Of this god awful ….
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