What Happens in Bermuda Triangle
Pack life into a few lines with me.
Looking to have a meal
that drips down my elbows
into my soul
Messy juicy life
We say
the winter was too long
and summer left with drops of blood
donated to mosquitoes
We say and say
But how does it make you feel
to burn the stove 11 minutes
into August
Our whole lives
are just
funicular cars
Stay on Polar track
keep moving
Sometimes something so traumatic happens that you lose all fear of life and death. This new stage I'll call My Adulthood. Calmness becomes so grand that victimhood and judgement are transforming, changing the shape of my eyes.
All the things
that need to be done
are nervously smoking
watching me live without them
today
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