cleaning up the house
means
cleaning out the cobwebs in my emotions
means
cleaning for the first time
in a long time
means
organization
[which i love]
means
getting things out
to put them back again
means
maybe
maybe
maybe
getting rid of some things
[and that’s the most terrifying
concept and
consequence of all]
drinking coffee
to stave off depression
to stave off existentialism
to stave off the dread
that invades my very being
[but it actually helps the anxiety along
which isn’t great
so there’s that…]
make your words like waves
gather them together
and wait
and hold
back
until they start to free-flow
into the next
unsuspecting
person
a line a line a line at a time
pull them under
take them back
with you
until you
spit them back out
at a later date
creation mixes magic
with science
and i think you’ll find
we’re all adept
at both
[if we just believe]
how do i tell
tomorrow’s me
to just go for something
without shaming
yesterday’s me
for not?
[how?]
[how?]
[how?]
i do still want to do so many things
and it freaks me out
and stresses me
to no end
to know i literally cannot do
everything
everything
every thing
in the universe
create a playlist
that includes your own songs
because who will love our own art
if not ourselves
first?
just
rocking out
to some ratatat
[instead of writing
these morning pages
like i should be
like i should be]
Kip making music
on an OP-1
on top of a wooden table
with metal bars
supporting
running across to where i rest my foot,
and even through my thick bootie
i can feel the bass rumble through
into my bones
and i love it
still throws me
that hypocrisy
doesn’t affect the gop
like
at
all
kipventures 