Gratitude

Tie one on
I better not fuck this up

Do you remember
when it was something else

There are rhythms to forget
rhymes we regret

Foreground is pasty
yellowed is this sky

Times this by a
past that’s a million times worse

Aeons and aeons
we’re all just a nonsense of vowels

Virgin and rabid
let’s hug and all be friends

Biceps make me
rowdy but you’ll never forget

Poison oak will
labour to meet what you made

Telephone me
when step-parents start sleep-walking

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