If you sit on the edge, the wood shakes you when the trains go by. It makes me feel like the plastic dentures Johnny got Granny as a joke one … Continue reading All my thoughts are winding

If you sit on the edge, the wood shakes you when the trains go by. It makes me feel like the plastic dentures Johnny got Granny as a joke one … Continue reading All my thoughts are winding
There are so many people
Everything feels out of time
It messes with my thoughts
And messes up my rhyming…
Shit. That’s not quite right
I know I can do better
Words scramble in my brain
I can’t settle on a…
Shit. What that word?
For one alphabetical member
I’d communicate my meaning
If only I could… not forget?
Shit. They’ve all leaked
From my brain into my chest
There’s no space for air
I need a place to… sit?
Shit. That’s not it.
Is this some kind of test?
The walk home, alone
Gives my brain a rest.
In the cold air of December
I start to feel much better
Do you think they will remember,
When I misplaced a letter?
When I lost my rhyme?
Do you think they will forget it?
Or will they understand
That I just felt too… well,… shit?