
Inked my skin today
For the third time
Thought about what
You would say–
Sun kissing moon
Stars as voyeurs
Who else would join
In on the fun
We are not having?
Pressure An Audio Poem
It is the pressing pulse
of a whisper that
knows no birth
the guise, cloaked in
nightlife, tucked in lies,
a play on little more than less
of what you had yesterday and
more than less of what you need
for tomorrow
your new adventure,
categorized in “Lifestyles”
only to be forgotten
next year
pressure–the underdog
and overweight extension
of a life you wish you
had, but know you
will never get
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