WHINE

Get up get out snap out of it get going keep walking
I don’t know love I don’t know happiness I don’t know gratitude
I drag myself to wash my face I resent my morning coffee
I resent the morning and its need for inspiration I can’t ask for inspiration now
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,
and where is that pocket of land for me to complain
I am trapped in a body that is unforgiving and now I have no use for
You’re brilliant and you’ve done this before and you
could you could you could you could but
I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t but
I know I could but
I’ve lost the words for everything and the word for this
and this
this
vacuums this into deep longing for what is simple but
I don’t know what I want I don’t know my
rights
privileges
I have a waning pulse and losing it would mean nothing
nothing matters nothing matters nothing ever matters now
Get up get out snap out of it get going keep walking

  1. beforenewyork posted this