knowing when to shut the hell up.

The air, outside

is cold, again. Indoors,

the air is temperate;

toxic and polluted (by)

the bitterness

between us-

(‘No one sees us’). Still,

Close the curtains!

Shut the blinds!

(and) Dim the lights-

(our silhouettes); they could deceive us,

as we

temper

out the

fight…

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SO RANDOM, it’s meaningful

My arrogant, driving,
cupidity casts-no
burdens upon
me
(unsatisfied customers eat for free).
Yesterday, TODAY and
tomorrow, in spite (of)
my (long), lost,
lacking dignity. These
tireless chases, (are)
failing
to serve me (comfort),
but, in summary,
(notice)-my unwavering-
stance,
rigid-lack-of-
care, (responsibility). I’m
unaffected. Still
looming, it’s
the (‘FUCK-YOUr-pitiless-
expectancy’). Do you
feel the cold air
of
‘I NEVER really
NEEDED YOU’, beside me?

(I think) yesterday,
tomorrow and
TODAY, the rest-pathetic death
on toast,
with robust peanuts; oily
in (my)
butter–smeared
with eccentricity, by
only-bold-the
bravest (of the)
cutlery, contained
in the kitchen drawer.
(Fugitives, unrestrained by plastic
dividers).

WAIT!
(I think)
I’ve changed my
mind; (again),
I’ve got
a terrible head-
ache. So,
if it’s all the same,
to you,
just
fuck
off…

FIN

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<;P