I’ve been making a lot of my poetry entries private lately. I stopped following some people. Why? I don’t know. I don’t feel like sharing myself lately, or something.
a rhythm growing
for the caffeine-heart
2 beats
amphetamine for the
“Fuck it.”
5 parts “Oh yeah?”
1 part foot to floor
hurried for no reason
the voice of irrationality
puts it’s pretty lips
up to my eager ears
and says
“Fuck it.”
encouragement
must be synonymous
with stupidity then.
