he offed himself
on himself
from a life
where he often
felt like something
awful was missing
until he found it
quite naturally
eyes rolling back
into the offering
of himself
*
i am in a streetwar
between the sky and the ground
and though the ground has at least
two legs up on the battle
i have begun
to walk on my hands oddly
stumbling and collapsing
to even the score
*
trying to stay motivated
takes much motivation
which i don’t have the time to
try to motivate myself towards
by just staying here
*
my poems have
been reduced to snippets
for i am struggling to
see anything except
white chickens
and a red wheelbarrow that so much
may depend on
but so few ever stop to
ask the chickens
what they think of the scenery
and all its been
reduced to
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