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“Anything Will Do”

 “Anything Will Do”

I sit here in a cheap blue browned couch with Mercury sleeping on my chest; 

He’s getting so big, Mars came by staring at us in a dark room. It’s hard to tell if my eyes were closed for this I’m often known.

Wearing the Clarks I really like with the cheese,

Waxed with Shea butter I’m attracting all the bees.

It’s so cold tonight as the many nights in the latter weeks of a Kentucky November.

Tell me a story that could last me throughout this winter.

Tonight I will listen, I want to know where it hurts I am all ears.

Tell me what I’ve missed how you’ve grown in mind and body I’ve been gone for many years.

Tired of talking about myself as if I’m not comfortable in my own skin,

As if I left this world for nothing and brought back nothing because I saw nothing of substance to bring.

I never thanked you for making me feel like a king;

Watery eyes when I first heard you singing,

The whole widens in my heart when I know it’s not me your fucking, it’s not me that you’re rubbing, it’s not— I know it’s not me you’re French kissing. Why isn’t it me? It should be me sponging up all of your loving.

Maybe we’ll meet again beyond the coffin but until then can you please for god sake tell me something, anything!

Dead End. 

By: imuzi ironizah Thompson 1991 - 2091

From: ryzoncity 

Written: November 30, 2021

“There’s always more… Eccentric Artistry.” —imuzi ryzoncity Thompson © 2021


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