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Day Job Blues

by b. h. 4 years ago in inspirational

A Piece from a Collection Called 'Waves'

Photo by Jae Fienberg

we come to terms as people

merely eating our own fecal

living in society

and the sinners of sobriety

become comfortable and complacent,

but not me, that is not my placement.

this day job is settling

as I would rather be out on the street peddling

to a dyke

on my bike

or toying with contraband

while not giving into the man.

boogie in the moonlight

or fuck all night

until ideas form

and reality is no longer the norm

and you really feel a certain way

as the tides change with the day.

there is always something new

despite the night turning from black to blue

because like those colors

on the flowers

we are all alive

so let our creative minds thrive.


b. h.

the lost words of b.h.

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