Breakfast Poems

girl says
dresses submit
notions of
inequity, an
absence of
parallelism derived
from abundance
of ism,
lots of
long lost
loss, innocence
lost, pointing
fingers breaking
bones and
i just
want better
but better
woke up
late and
won't be
in this
morning
so must
keep pushing
boxes envelopes
people agendas
lovers longings
words paper
beetles pretty
pictures of
faraway places.
must keep
keeping on
lingering over
stuttering on
the question mark
wha-wha-wha
what do we do
when we
wake up
late, lacking
most things
abunding in
none, besides
zeal, passion,
and the rest
that got
crystallized into
dark green
stones--jade:
sliced thin and
put in the light:
magic. i'll day
dream my way
to tomorrow, dreaming
dreams of better,
hoping i'll wake
up after night
dreams of
worse early
enough to
sculpt something
from the bundings of
abundance we
have here,
shaving away
the bad, and sinking in
the sunshine of the
good. sunshine
dream of sunshine
sunshine is better
than what we have
here--broken bodies
hushed voices
and lawyers who
keep the tip.

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