rumour has it
some rumours i have heard:
nails+hair continue to grow in the grave
i know u are rolling your eyes thinking old poet
go on a fucking holiday!
maybe too late for that 2.5 yrs into the pestilence
i spent my 1st evening with more than 3 people
there were 10
though i walked like a human +talked like a human
i was zombified trying to recall how to socialize which
i never truly mastered pre these covidtimes
i could tell my interlocutor wanted to escape my wordswamp
words stuck+defeated croaked out my train of thought
dead on the tracks
head-on collision with emptiness the font went dry my left
eyesore spied my loved one escaping all 10 party-people
were close family members
this one left me mid-sentence never to be heard from again
rumour has it he is now a porn star in Berlin fuck him
there was this terrible weighed down feeling in my chest
mantle of mourning for former life rife with concerts libraries
+the temple of Gehry making out with strangers in cafes
much sashay
old age is not an obscure rumour
except for in the
first two thirds of life
when it’s a cry for help
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Summer 2022 ..okay okay..don’t get all depressed..
songanddancegirl 