Disturbed by
The over use of the word love

Extraordinary emotional moment
Something escapes me slowly
With no reason or pattern

At best
I accommodate the leaving

Hide the dying fly
With a cup of coffee
Biscuits and gravy
Half empty Sirachi bottle

Addicted to pretzel shapes
And cheap nuts

Busy hiring others
To promote your lack
Of promotion

Slicing through mountains
Bleeding boulders
Pouring dreams out
From the trunk of our car

Drunk tweeting
I’m so old
I don’t give a fuck
Bullshit you’re better than that
My people!

Waking up at 8 going to bed at 5

The under use of the word love

We’re not just running a business here
We’re fighting a war
We are building a life
It would be so easy
To just take the medicine
Connect the dots
Punch te click
But
Something has to change
It might as well be us

We…