‘21 tax folder
Panic, messy, lazy, dumb
Lo, defensiveness
‘21 tax folder
Panic, messy, lazy, dumb
Lo, defensiveness
Swell, like a chest, breath
Like a wave or pain, a thought
See the sights to see
Sun and moon embrace
Though distant, I felt yours too
Gravity, like love
Collide
I’ll sit on this bench
considering history,
Wondering how much
I would have known, had I seen
I would have seen, had I known
There are parts of me
I hide from me. Yet somehow,
You see them, full, bare.
I’m most a menace to those
whose love’s given easily
It’s not that life’s hard,
It’s that relentless newness
of hard is just life
Every year, re-up
Though my haiku slowly slow,
Still rattle my brain
It’s time for cleanup
Fear is heavy. I’ve got plans,
And I can’t hold it.
Everything = Nothing
Life = empty and meaningless
– (meaning)_________________ there’s space
Try on, you’re wrong, just
Maybe it’s time, maybe just
Just give it a go
Try on being wrong
Like new jeans might need stretching
A good fit comes slow
There once was a big ol’ fat cat
Who loved to sit on me while I’d nap
But because he’s so large
like a grumpy fluff-barge
I died under his giant butt-flap
Co-written with Devin and Renee
Recurring payments
Recur, ‘cept when card’s dated
Lest, delinquency
Also, I’m balding – yo ho
Oop, gonna squeeze past
The world is exploding and
| : We cry and move on : |
Take care of your head
This charade and your facade
Is bad for your bod
Truth, soft light, quiet
Round tables, broad empathy
Bridges of burdens
In over my head
Like walls falling down; crumbled
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Just not good enough
Here I sit, tied up, to wit
Anxious, and I feel like shit
Here I go, in knots, namely
Panicked, moving forward lamely
|:Inactiv(e):|ity;
accidental, purposeless,
and bountiful dread.
Forward momentum,
Like a fish out of water
Feels like ho/drowning\pe
I can see the out
But the now is so heavy
So I stay in to
wait.
Like a stuck rock sits
I let the moss crawl my back
And hide me from you
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Past prevents movement
Did you miss something?
Fear not; “they” will remind you
every chance they get!
Throbbing helplessness
Loss, but only enough so
It’s never over
Remember when you
didn’t spend enough time on
your schedule so you’re dead now
Also you wasted people’s time because you’re the worst.
It’d be nice if
I could blame someone else for
this series of things
You:
*Misunderstanding*
Me:
*Corrects misunderstanding*
You:
*Very skeptical*
Me:
*I want to do crawl in a hole so I can blow it up while you stand on me*
The more I don’t do
the more there is not to do
| : Again and again : |
What have we done -weighs-
Digital intention -me-
Crush my will and -down-
Envy is a sore
Which grabs up small pains to bear
Like fine salt in hands.