panic hit this bad
i squeezed my eyes
until my face sprayed
angry little red freckles
capillaries liberated
and yes it was squeamish
to see but also cute
like instead of sun kissed
- life and times bent down to
smack me a wet one
and the last time
i drank so at druids
i wrote horrible great poems
and laughed and screamed on
a two wheel motor
playing in the rain until i was
face down, wet roaded
but today
a tiny puffy eye
and sloppy trivia games
leave me feeling
unexceptional
mundanely dramatic
and needing more
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