a little fun or something, General bewilderment, Poetry

the remote’s hiding under my insomnia

I hate the way you do that

I mean,

you’re a genre I struggle with,

you’re a giant magnet for mediocrity

and so obnoxiously,

tenaciously,

perniciously,

Herculiciously,

 

demanding.

 

But gritting my teeth,

I try to endure the absurdities

with maturity and good humour,

especially when

you say adorable things like,

this asthma medicine may cause asthma and death.

 

Then,

last night,

you completely wooed me…

while I was nobly quelling an uncharacteristic urge to punch my stress doll in the faceheart, conscience

(wait, is that even a thing? note to self, if it is, I need one. Poetic license only goes so far…)

some of the most beautiful words I had heard in hours

honeyed their way from the speakers into my parched ears.

There’s going to be a new Lego movie.

Out in February.

 

I hate the way you do that…

 

Inadvertent part two – I will never sleep again

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General bewilderment, Poetry

microcosm. (title forever changing, subject to mood lighting)

The whole

is broken.

Please

let me stay

wrapped in this sound proof

irony.

Hypocrisy

the non word of the day.

Elitism,

the magic that blurs party lines,

a gift that truly keeps giving

my disgust, validation.

Votes not cast for either.

(Three, is it possible to count to three? I know we can do it. But let’s dream big, let’s try four.)

Can we please just start over.

That look.

The puzzled one where the last piece refuses to be found.

i thought we were talking about the denial of your family dynamic…

Oh. I’ve moved on.

But what I mean is,

I really haven’t…

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