Of And Relating To Jobs

Flick by flick you hum somebody else

– (my joints can’t take it)

Across floating cotton wools and dandelion desserts

– (taking slow steps to the place where the only color you see

is the monochrome of melody, and songs, and wings battering)

Wind blew the feeling away

– and you’re stuck with your mouth open, how attractive

Left you hanging

Five breaths away

From the pooling of the salt

That would’ve painted my face.

I can’t believe I posted this. Here’s the mini Post-It-Poem I told you about in my previous post. Edited it a bit but I think I still prefer the one in my mini-notebook. Still I think it’s nice.

P.S. I am so totally procrastinating someone shoot me.


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