must go on standing

present

tell me something new.

optimism

resistance.

The sky growled at me.
Commanded my attention roaring in from my right side.
Black billows and gray ghosts.

I only wanted simmer and sun,
The tingle of energy pulsing through my iridescent skin.
A swift stretch towards the sky,
Body sprawled on a hippie’s blanket… a father’s memento.

As I dreamed of glistening skin and squinting eyes-
Then called the clouds.
I hear you!
I hear your moaning exhale and feel your callous wind.

It’s just so selfish to ruin something so beautiful.

Disco

This time it'll be different.

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