Sleepy days and
blooming nights —
f i e l d s
drying out
of fine
c o f f e e
A nice, slow sip,
tasting some
fancy b e a n s —
a fragrant future
drawn on my
bitter e s p r e s s o
I stole a puff
blowing some faint
s m o k e verse —
but your tired eyes
wouldn’t read
f u z z y letters
S l o w words, fake rain,
dripping on
h o p e f u l grass —
some shattered glass
Spilling red ink
onto w e t p a g e
On sleepy days,
I write a faint
smoke v e r s e —
Our fragrant future
d r a w n on a
bitter espresso
under
bare light
you should
take
f l i g h t
yet,
change
of mind—
you stay
b e h i n d
tomorrow’s dream
a written
stream
of conscious
s e l f
sublimely
bored
severely
u n d e r
w h e l m e d
i want
out here
you won’t
be
n e a r
bare light—
take flight
i want you here
come back
a g a i n
tomorrow’s dream
a written
stream
of conscious
s e l f
all blurred
blue
lights
in fancy
d r e a m s
sublimely
bored
severely
u n d e r
w h e l m e d
tomorrow’s dreama written
stream
of conscious
s e l f
been feeling dry
for days,
a verse-provoking
senseless fear
permeates
my dreams
my quill,
a half-gnawed
bone
with one last
ink droplet
staining my
b
l
a
n
k
surface
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