friday resolution

 

My tummy aches

having turnt me an old man

are the first to go

gray

go gray yourself i say

to these tummy aches

they say nice to meet u

old sack of bones

what’s with 

the love emanating from your

poor posture and distraction

what’s with all the overthinking

and discarded love

what’s with the comrades

you could’ve parented with

what’s with the gender prison

what’s with the addiction 

to solitary stasis

what’s with the stomach churning fear

of revolution

of rebellion

of germs

of entropy

of unmarked roads

and closed eyes

what’s with the demons

in there

have you

layed with them

have you tried

being tender

enough to dissolve

between the matter of eyelids

or whatever it is called

when light

nestles within

itself

what an ink stain is called

watercolor the undigested words

what to do with all the dreams

all the come 

the animus 

the fears of being

inside out