i am still learning how to live
with these clouds
stuck in my eyes
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Truly
the world always made more sense
with your tongue in my mouth
end
Oh, it’s been a long fall.
A long time
lost.
And from the bottom
I finally see
how I failed you
all.
exchange
What was it that they offered you
to finally betray your dreams?
Notes Upon a Commute
the men wake at dawn
bloody
and ready to cheat
each other
they sharpen their knives
their wits
their tongues
behind the faded curtains,
the women watch the men
slither off
to conquer the day
these ladies know well
the brutality
of the species
the senselessness
the viciousness
of the male
but instead of denouncing
the beastly ways
of men,
the women clamor
for the privilege
to do the same
to steal
to lie
to murder
to trample all of life to dust
and the children
with vacant eyes
look on and
nod
approvingly