hard-boiled
juevos divorciados del diablo
a leap taken
diving right into it
mixed up in the middle
falling through soft mist
simmering on the edge of
hard-boiled and devilish
juevos divorciados del diablo [the devil's divorced eggs]
ya no mas [enough already]
caminos separados entonces [separate ways, then]
estamos separados [we are separated]
shut up and eat your toast
this is why i don't eat breakfast anymore
sometimes i forget
how loud a thought is
when you say it
and what if one million other things
is what it takes to make it
make more sense of the senseless
when the ground emerges from below us
like sunrise from the horizon
parting company with the clouds
stationary and raining
a leap taken, again
diving right into it
mixed up in the middle
fallen through soft mist
simmering on the edge of
less about the lesson
than what is being tested
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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Comments (1)
Well done