Sitting in darkness,
Learning lessons as we always do,
Until we die.
Sometimes same ones ad nauseam,
Until we go mad.
‘Til we fracture.
Break apart at our seams.
Headphones fall out of the touque,
She knit me.
Loose & ragged.
Intended as a blue sailor’s beanie.
Turned slouch,
Perfect for bald.
Going out for a smoke,
In three degree fog.
Freezing mist hanging all around in the air,
Visibility lost at twenty feet.
Streetlights struggling.
That one headphone?
Honest effort at a search,
Flashlight,
Twice.
Stupid Skullcandy Thirty Dollar Cans.
Taught their marketing exec’s daughter.
Buy new ones.
Fuck it.
Over Ear,
Soas not to repeat mistakes.
Hold her knitting closer,
Same over-ears I already got for office.
Can expense that shit myself,
Perks of being a small business.
Perhaps I’m more like her,
Cheap dirt floor childhood she was,
Than I thought.
1960s Bitch,
Eh Shirl?
Perhaps with those,
Won’t lose them like the green one.
ADHD damage,
To myself.
Pondering my weekly ADHD tax.
Executive Dysfunction.
One.
Purple.
Eight.
Symphony.
Madness,
As per a magazine I was published in once.
I agree.
Forget who we were.
That was centuries ago.
Millennia,
For some.
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