beneath a flat gray ceiling, no sun no sky
I think we live in a fucking parking garage
breathing in exhaust and someone else’s ash
I think we live in a fucking parking garage
breathing in exhaust and someone else’s ash
keep your head down, write your shitty poetry
avoid the puddles and the bodies
eh, we’re all gonna die anyway
avoid the puddles and the bodies
eh, we’re all gonna die anyway
Only Fragments 
those last three lines made me laugh, which made me wonder what’s wrong with me.
Haha – don’t worry, that just means you too use humor to deflect the awful state of our world. ;)
Yes, yes, yes! Always keep writing the poetry, shitty or otherwise. It matters. Our creative expression is all we really have that cannot be taken from us.
:) I’m glad you feel so strongly about that!
On Fri, Sep 8, 2017 at 12:28 PM, Only Fragments wrote:
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