The Next Day

Stillness like early morning is 5 p.m.-
steady breath tight, steady land.
Tongue bites sideways

Chew up drug-mouth sick-o.

I am less swollen,
you are the same brand.

Eventual nails chip to erode skin,
touch up eyesore gaudy yawning.
The blemish was never there,

Exact and last in fact it was

So bad as chairs who lose themselves
in duck duck goose rounds.

20 minute sessions scripted
scraping away excess, never sleep with ease.
Fan blades tingle pushing air back into me,

It’s simple. We don’t exist when we want.

The night light might be in jest
out of focus bubbled dreams.

Still mush gush brain born high
enough to realize this joke
is all on you- all of you- washed up

See weed simulate seaweed?

Imitate nutrition disguises hide keys
clues for the sleuths on call

Until booze no longer fills
stomachs or soul holes to boot!
The shoes I wear hurt my feet yet remain

Graphed and strapped, shot gunner’s seat.

Mapped in delusion gap, wait and see-
There is some where to walk with me.

© 2013, 2015 Nisi

The Next Day Stillness like early morning is 5 p.m.- steady breath tight, steady land. Tongue bites sideways Chew up drug-mouth sick-o.

Photo by Nisi, old cell phone w/ filters.

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