how do i tell
tomorrow’s me
to just go for something
without shaming
yesterday’s me
for not?
[how?]
[how?]
[how?]
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
sometimes
you need to write the words
“you can do it!”
at the end of your to-do list
both as a thing to cross off
and at the end, just ‘cause
because
you
CAN
do it!
grey skies and
drip drops on window panes and
the perfect day to nap your stress away
and
the perfect evening to be lulled into deep deep sleep
~~~
evening pages
much much later than normal poetry time
[am i just doing this
to say that i did it?]
[isn’t that all life is anyway?]
~~~
i think
three
poems is enough poems
for such a late late night
poem-writing-time
as humans
we
contiain multitudes
and math jazz does, too
i’m writing so much
but i have so little to show for it
for it’s all poem-to-do-lists
and commentary on previous writing
and ideas for future writing
and i would like to stick to today
from this moment on, okay?