Rain.
falling stories
collapsed fine attire
down an eight-year root
slow rush
can't feel the impact
but as the head rolls
there leaves more for questioning
cloud jay
gliding down
with flowers
pretty flowers all around
the crowds dazzling
pic and pac of its camera
dance like an idiot
mistaken for an idiot
you play the idiot
you became the idiot
don't blame.
red cheeks
and sting-me's.
calloused skin
ridiculous.
you are cliche.
you are a fucking idiot.
you are pathetic.
you are
self-critical
just enough
not to kill yourself.
Author notes
Cloud jay
mimic play mimic play
we forgot to buy tickets
because we don't care.
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