Eleventy-Seven
By Johnny-Ray
Like endless strain in a vacant muscle
Disdain all over your face
We all face the error of these ways
We never pay attention
Some other animal in its chase
Dies and dissolves away
Think not to pay it mind
Just go about your day
Bring bricks together softer
Find shade in a well lit hole
Like tenors in a lightning opera
The high notes hit new lows
Push forth while pulling back
Swing sideways but on track
Fulfill neglected needs
Unkill these dying breeds
Count backwards from eleventy-seven
Speed dialing heaven from a payphone
Take in the atmospheric stench
Rotting forsaken flesh
Olympus is open arms
But it don’t mean shit
All I’ve got is this tiny stitch
What I’ve done, it happens again
I’ve got a new set of eyes
And a newfound respect for goodbyes
…and an open mind.
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