41st week Of Poetry

August 7

 

So many people

And really

no one to talk

to.

August 8

 

Another day

Another dollar

to be lost

to be forgotten

to be burned away

to be pretended that it actually matters

Another day

Another dollar

Another illusion

Another accusation

 

August 9

 

My ears burn

My eyes can’t hear

My heart is napping

My brain is going through calisthenics

 

August 10

 

Alex Gibney

You have wasted all of your talent

and self-respect

whoring yourself out for

the usual suspects.

 

August 11

 

Nocturnal habits

are hard

to

break

completely

Yes.

 

August 12

 

What is so certain

about this world

in the first place,

huh?

 

August 13

 

Hours upon hours upon hours hours upon hours upon upon hours

Hours Hour Hours

Upon

Upon

Up-on

Hours

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