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The stakes for your gig
Are unbelievably low
No, nothing matters.

What’s that feeling called?

Feel no privilege for joy,

You don’t deserve it

Would you say something

Could you? Don’t wanna would(could)a

But also, c(w)ould you?

Don’t share your thoughts, free
Naked to the world, you’ll be

Like winter trees and
Beautiful, broken dreams

Too much for most to

see

Noise noise noise noise noise
The blank loneliness of space
Noise noise noise noise noise

Plurals, death, and silliness

Undone tasks pile up
Brain looking for who to blame
Yet, task pile piles on

(it’s)
quite hard to express
(quite how the)
unending distress, distracts
(so perfectly, from)
exactly, the rest

Coffe and rain and
Enough time to sit and stare
Windows and mornings

Updating my stuff

Necessary vanity

But for what, who, why?

‘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

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.