poetry

hold on to them babies

quick footsteps

one-two-one-two

whirring fan, the only way

they sleep

whirring coffee, black and

dripping coffee

the only way i stay

awake

bread and butter sideways

eating, big toothly bites

big toothy faces

its mine its mine its mine

she says to no one

in particular, but to all

of us, funny noises seep out they float

along wood floor planks into ear drums

hear it live it dream it

isn’t that what he always says?

blue sky backdrop flyways

morning praise

clench your fists its the only

way to keep them

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