cant sleep and I’ve run out of things to argue with myself
about.
the sun is down and
the moon is going down
and im stumbling belligerently awake
this haggard march towards dawn will get me nowhere
howling
a crescendo and
a crescent moon
somewhere
someone is pretending something’s funny when it’s not.
it is easter morning and if you listen real carefully
you can hear the squeals of the baby bunnies my neighbor’s
cat is killing
over the car stereos and the sound of
my property value crashing through the roof.
the sky may or may not be falling
and I’ll be in a daze for days
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