i'm sick of being sick of being sick of being sick of.
dig?
i miss the smell of the over abused air
that blasted smog polluted wind & fizzy 'do from
too much damn moisture in the sky.
manipulated taxed driven parking spots
where v a l i d a t i o n is the smile of our morning
over drawn accounts & broken atms
"do you have a pen? cause i need a pen.. but i don't have a pen,
even tho i claim i'm a poet"
dig?
i crave that feeling you get when you feel
at home.
at peace.
at center.
with your surroundings & your lover loverlees
cause i'm sheeluvlee for that reason.
i mean.
i just want us to be.
not be too awkward
not be too much
not be in love or lust or hate or fuck or forced
or anything.
i just want to be.
dig?
dig.
my sister just called me a chalupa.
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