Worn thin from your disambiguation
of the frail words that I speak in variation.
I’m sick of the competition and I’m not much for the win.
Begin again every day.
Wake up the brain, ignite the pain, sat through the glass table again.
Shower in the bird bath cause I’m just a dirt bag.
Drip dry on the patio, try not to “no show” or piss of a rainbow.
God damnit, I’m weird though.
I tip toed then plateaued,
Burnt in the trash can, alkaline trio photos and the rest of my portfolio.