Yes.
My desk is a mess
and I let the pennies collect like
dust on an unattended counter
Yes.
My mind is a mess
It moves left then
right before it turns
it understands and confuses
before it learns
Yes.
My life is a mess
An unorganized spectrum
of the entire rainbow
where Roy meets Biv
before touching G
And sometimes skips the last color
altogether,
for sagacity
Yes.
I hold a grudge
against a color
I’m a mess.
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1 comment:
something as subtle as a penny makes for a beautiful metaphor.
There is beauty in chaos and disruption.
There is chaos and disruption in beauty.
Honestly, I like the honesty.
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