Yesterday’s Poem [5]

So, maybe I wasn’t in the best place yesterday. I watched Kill Your Darlings and got a little swept away by the Weltschmerz.

I see a dream written on the wall.
It has no end,
no beginning,
is all middle.

The sour sting of drink,
I tumble over forgotten chains
tied to my wrists.
The charm of the ever-believer.
The curse of my paralysis.

Have you been to war
like I have?
Have you fucked
your closest foe?

There’s no string in the shoe box
to tie me down beside you.
We have been high and drunk.
We tried on life.

I pause the movie,
the illusion of my genius.
There’s no written consent,
no formal request
to overcome my demons.
It’s all in a dream
and the sneakers under your bed.



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