Early

Just the other day I was counting the seconds. waiting on days. waiting on blessings. counting my questions, Not look for answers, didn’t want grades. Blame comes in many colors and shapes. Memorize em, congrats it’s an A. Just the other day I was waiting for breaks. Got to get up and leave. Can’t handle the steaks of the chase. what it would mean if I fade? Why my eyes greener than jade? What need we create at the end of the day? In a bed with a honey, no need for risqué but risks lift you insane. An immaterial plane. Dang. hoping reality changed. that’s what you get, when you’re waiting on days, it’s dazed. Quite frankly lazy and craven. Inane— came innate. Lucky I came at all, it’s a cost of… my drawls. Slow at the draw. But look what I drew, it’s a flower for you. It grows out my chest. But I guess to a bullet, you ain’t impressed. Phew. Does my heart seem like a mess to you? But look what I drew, it’s a flower for you. It grows out my chest. But I guess to a bullet, you ain’t impressed. Phew. I’m relieved. Ask: what I knew from all that counting? I’d say nothing, you can leave — but if you stay. We might bleed, summon Satan from the gates or we could bake a cake. Both sound great. More or less, I’m more than less. Lest I say more, ain’t the selfsame score. Yes I know my chest is blooming but more from chests forms golden swords. Oh I could use less of more. And keep it simple. Not everything gotta pop like a pimple. It can blend in. Have that cuisinart , built around my kitchen temple. I can’t count all you cookie cutters, I should get you stencils. I can’t count every seconds. I’m counting how my metaphors add to counted questions. I need to close these off with periods, end of a sentence. Age my shit out, collecting my pension as if I paid attention. Can I wait? Sure. What’s a couple seconds? But look what I drew, it’s a flower for you. It grows out my chest. But I guess to a bullet, you ain’t impressed. Phew. Does my heart seem like a mess to you? But look what I drew, it’s a flower for you. It grows out my chest. But I guess to a bullet, you ain’t impressed. Phew. Does my heart seem like a mess to you? As if it’s alien. Maybe it’s just salient. Am I failing to attest? You wonder where’s the rest? Tap your feet, Your chest can’t rest. in trouble, you cleft. At least you’re still here, even if we’re seldom right. Like like like 90s on a half pipe. Check the stripes. It’s all you see when i write. Im incandescent, I’m not sure if you pressed the light. Ain’t no other type. Yikes. Take another lap like a satellite. Crash landing attached. I get my theories from flasks. All yous pussies like cats. You should stick to your tasks Like branches to trees with sap. Until the end of my act, I bet that I’ll hear them clap. Im reacting to that. But look what I drew, it’s a flower for you. It grows out my chest. But I guess to a bullet, you ain’t impressed. Phew. Does my heart seem like a mess to you? But look what I drew, it’s a flower for you. It grows out my chest. But I guess to a bullet, you ain’t impressed. Phew. Does my heart seem like a mess to you?