End of An Era July 2 (12:02 am)
July 2 (12:02 am) 2024
a pattern in my heart ta-ta-tapping “honey, START”
first of all? It’s art, a bitter, smart less tart.
not a gun, not a strife, but directionless fight.
but alas, darling, please, the ground has hit your knees
a people-less plea crying into chemistry
you can do this in your sleep
What’s that? Can’t you seen not yourself? Just me?
Your cheeks can feel it too, through pointed toed shoes.
Tired eyes, clony dreams.
Goodnight, en oh ay, & keep following your dreams.