day one
soaring over- a crowd dispersed
dropping hand grenades
dizzy, i dropped all my mangoes
in muddy water
snot in my work shirt, coughing
up a green ocean
too many nights that lead to mornings
of storytelling
want to slow down, speed up
the chance to pull levers, push buttons
take a day without stories
keep my sunglasses on, shades drawn
and never put pen to paper
this is the day i finally don’t get what i want
this is the day i shade in my dirty insides
