Every day I hear the notion
that anger's a cover-emotion.
Like, bitch, yes it is-
You know this, and I know this,
but here we are, anyway,
stardust that fell away
from the dark, deep space
and now we have our own
set of faces- Situations
that we have to understand
how to play right, lest we lose the fight
of trying to find our nest in a big life.
And don't try to cheat it
and stay in a small town,
'cause depression comes for all
and loneliness drowns.
I'm fuckin' sad now, but full of life
as I sit here and type
about how I'm explorin' sights
even though it's digital-
Does that make it any less?
I guess that makes it somewhat less-
Guess that makes me somewhat less.
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This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoetryPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)