DEVZ DYKE

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Previous brain vomit.

You're keeping me from adjusting,
I'm paper thin, tomorrows collectable trash,
so still and tainted, gone off.
...thoughts of a prolonged past.
This be a virtue, an opportunity,
to be calm and just laugh.
I'm open all hours to give you nothing,
and mumble shit, my monotone moan,
will only bore you, like the partner,
you despise arising/waking up too,
the one with that famous morning scented groan.

More.

-The page number, a gamble.

Twenty,
twenty pounds gone,
the pointless pick up,
waste of their 'time' and mine.
Sometimes four meets a day.
the three flight sprint.
my position now grounded,
Seal revealed, index and thumb,
pure tremble,
an irrational portion.
still won't touch.
Stuck in the honeymoon.
life on loop,
the guilty routine
regret'o'mine

Home.