There are not enough hours in the day
I want to see the whole world laugh at the same time
Drink some wine
Blink out some tears for all the kismets stuck in traffic
Regale my unwavering soul
Hand- pick my thoughts
Want to swim in your mouth
Then let you spit me out
I want you to see me pout
Want to see you spit words upon words
Pulling out feeling upon feeling
Letter by letter tongue twisting my thighs
Barrel collecting my eyes
Darting out the ocean
I’m free
Just another word for nothing left to lose she says
But I’m worried that time
Time won’t slow down for me
Got all these things to say got shit to poop
Got more chicken for your soup and I type cause it looks like I’m working
And I am working
Just not for her
For my sanity
For my entertainment
Making wet wishes to this computer screen
Got glassy eyes for that spot on your neck right below your ear
And I’m swerving in this office chair
While I vomit this on a word document
Getting in predicaments I want to be in
Accidents I believe in
Spontaneity as a consistency
Pull me closer
I’ll take you too
And you and you
And you
And time is what you make of it
Time is a figment of your imagination
A fraction of a day
Time is a beauty, an ugly reality
The beast that hovers over you when you could have been so much more
The blanket that validates you when you realize how far you’ve come
A ticker tape stuck on you
As she says: just another word for nothing left to lose
It’s there whether you’re paying attention or not
Permanent like your soul
Imagination, speculation, threatening, and liberating
All of the above
No need to prove just move with it
Move into it
It’ll reveal out of necessity
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