sliding off
into an oof.
just pouring
yourself onto
the floor. college
days make for ways
to get fucked up. no one
censors themselves here
in word or action. unless your
vying for a grade or to get into
the right faction. rush to every party,
drink every cup, kiss & hold, don’t throw up.
try. try too hard. try to guard your feelings ,
grades, beliefs, selves, try to remember to breathe.
it’s only school.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
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