Thursday, October 27, 2022

Sects, Rugs, and Rocky Road

The clouds were super thick,
Daylight capped at three hours 

Which simply means
Look here,

Can’t even go downstairs for breakfast
Without the world coming to an end. 

There is no breakfast,
No downstairs.  

My childhood has ratted me out.
I’m unfit for the future.

People be othering me
Fairy godmotherfuckers all of them.

Absolutely portentous
When you add it up,

Or it does me, anyway,
Wearing a sweater.

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