the tragedy of the day
didn’t go as planned
and in the end
everything worked out
for the living
as far as the dead
everything seemed
to work out
just fine for them
in the end
august two thousand twenty-four
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I said I was sorry
but you left me in a puff of smoke
not even saying goodbye
to my punk ass
later on the sun & magnifying glass
burned fifty laser-like holes
up & down my arm
[thinking it was a portal to my soul]
connecting the dots with a bic pen
until it ran out of ink
it wasn’t the first time
I swore to myself
I’m done running backwards
july two thousand twenty-four
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