autumned leaves on fall
ground like yellow heart
soaked rain,
shed skin for
tears of drip-drop...drop
the pretense bullshit present,
and for now-sake take
stands against winter
backdrop of sky trickling
sandcastles and melt in
melancholy saxophone riffs,
musical wind playing trees
shush the silence loud
'cause sunlight tired in the shade,
can't get up to usual speed
with weight of slave chains
to darkness propelled.
orbital sadness revolve around
mistaken identity
when clouded truth eclipsed by
slow motion moon phase.
take now life boat to ocean,
walk with fisherman's net
to drift catch range of emotion
under currents now in the now now.
comedy study of drama unfolds
dusty script from forgotten manual,
me play-act myself the clown fool
and clap with audience contrived cheer...
that shit busts me up sometimes.
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