These Days Be
No Comfort in Good Night
These be hard days
Like cafeteria garbage
Overflowing. Unnecessary.
banana string skid marks
Can crusted bottom
Dried chunks, like regurgitated stew
Wads stuffed, hurled, no matter
Receptacle full.
Rage
.
These days be angry
Like the last fight of an aerosol spray
Spitting and bubbling
High pressure release
Running, hand dripping
Like snot across wrists
There’s no more air intake
Nozzle is broken
Rage.
.
These days be suffering
Like a circle whipped mule
Red orange tent
Bowed under weight
Over and over rotation
Submissive
Still Serving
Rage.
.
These days be no comfort
No knit throw verses
Not even good night sonnets
Yet I gotta simile metaphors
and drop figurative language
to gain entry into
a vocal contest
Rage.
.
This part's literal.
I'm a teacher.
I go gentle nowhere.
.
10
About the Creator
No Real Balance
Reluctant Writer. Teacher.
Hawking vocal contests for love letters.
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