departure time too present.
estimated tax payments interrupting all flow.
the sun laughs at my assumptions
it will be here tomorrow.
phone calls put off begin to encumber
like too many items on my quest.
do you hear that fellow AD&Ders?
I’m shouting out our pencil modifications
in the custom online convenience age.
my stomach is uptight
that I haven’t packed or posted yet.
my tummy is angry that I’ve neglected
my core training this afternoon.
invisible ink is a mindfuck
of a literary device.
I read truths spread out in the void.
claim myself in parts. connecting to what’s shared
without conscious knowledge.
I can feel the pain in a line’s turn,
in a subjects’ struggle.
this is an aside: the cure is telling me
to listen to their music
with my junior high heart
and let this push be.
the creditors are so clever,
making my debt concrete shoes
in the land of freedom.
didn’t have enough time to let my parents
talk about their garden.
there’s a huge list waiting for me in the future.
it thinks it’s funny to bug me now about
yet-to-be-crossed items.
haven’t processed confederate history month
enough to go there.
the tour I haven’t even planned
has gained another day of not being addressed.
email response guilt hits me now
and I’m a gangster stereotype
professing it ain’t perso
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