Poem Meh.

My stuff is shit right now I think.
Who agrees?


Sidewalk

I kick around empty streets
You know, the kind that are as welcoming
As a lover with open arms and large eyes.
But I’ve never been one to take up lovers
And last all the way: forever.
I’ve always found the end.
The same way empty streets
Always lead me to the same place:
The gradual stroll up the steps
Leading out to eternity’s
Ephemeral bliss:
My body feels iced
My mind drugged
In a landscape of
Everlasting short-lived
Bursts of sunrises
On concrete walkways
Lined with play-doh buildings
With iron bars over windows
That look into padded rooms
And the mats that line
Symmetrical doorsteps reading:
“Welcome Home.”
I know that behind each door
Are scared people whose guns
Line up the walls: just in case!
And I’m hoping if I stand out here
Just long enough that maybe
Some dangerous, dear soul
Will blow my brains out
And paint beauty with it
On this suburban sidewalk.
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