Tapped OR …

Like its burdensome meals and loathsome treats,
December also fills its gullet with the gold from my coffers
And feasts to blind end, as I shovel my ends to feed its insatiable appetite

Then January rolls along, my discretions catch up
And the echo of my empty vault is long and deafening

Tapped OR …

Congratulations ALSO I Hate Everything (Just Kidding, Grandma. Things Are Fine, I Promise)

I want to be happy for the people in my life who have success
I want to want the best for them
I want to stop comparing myself to them
I want my timeline to be separate from theirs

But I can’t, so I’m tragically disappointed.

Here’s a haiku:

Roses, violets
Smell nice, but who gives a shit
I’m still nobody.

Congratulations ALSO I Hate Everything (Just Kidding, Grandma. Things Are Fine, I Promise)

Fire

Sometimes it’s important
To have your peace heard

But sometimes, like fire
Your peace turns lone flame to flames;
And burns it all down

And a lesson late learned
Leaves you lost for words

Fire

Uncle Danger ALSO Clocks That Tick And Tock Can Go To Hell OR Lovely Lady Dollar And Her Tightly Clenched Fist

Sam reminded me
of who the boss really is.
“So THAT’S where it’s from.”

ALSO

Why, oh why did I
sit and click while they tock and
tick me off? I’m dead.

And this ticking reminds me
of the ever vigilant fill

OR

In and out she goes
It’s fun while it lasts, and then
your insides come loose.

Uncle Danger ALSO Clocks That Tick And Tock Can Go To Hell OR Lovely Lady Dollar And Her Tightly Clenched Fist