You Murder Everything

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Never be the same..
So I throw cash notes tangled in mental disorders

Never be the same..
No, it’s not a yoga pose, just tired of breaking backs

Lines of words, written or spoken
got shorter as abusive letters stopped landing

I had to let go, tires running no not so smoothly
Riding to an early sushi place, too early

Sleeping afternoons because there is time
Unsweetened cacao, I had to let go

I know everything, but this
No judging though, f*cking like we used to

Never be the same,
Street cats don’t come knocking on winter windows

Hit me as hard as you can
I’ll keep a note on hold

I can buy my own friends
Pythagorean theorem

I will be drawing and throwing
Calculations of heart break-bonding

Bondi Beach rescue team
If it’s about the cash

Sorry, I gotta pass
Waking up on the bottom