praise be to mocha…
PoemADay
like the squid,
I process the world…
is it relaxing,
is it recharging,
sometimes I can’t tell,
sometimes it changes…
so back when it was tis the season
i went caroling
but yall know i wasnt about to leave the house…
four-fifths of my body was trapped
in the slumber burrito,
manifesting itself as a blanket,
only my left leg could move…
so how long did you make it
listening to the enforced cheerfulness?
i only made it about a minute…
You,
yes you,
not the one next to you…
There’s no sense,
in looking up at the staircase,
and worrying about all the flights up,
that you have to chase…
i got these cute boots
theyve got spikes on the bottom…
Right at the very end,
of a to do list,
so near to the end,
when you can crumple it in your fist…
