high koo koo
my yellow tan dog
she is sitting on my foot
i don’t have a sock
boxes of random
clutter in my living room
tell me something new
fifteen feet is high
or it can seem like nothing
where am i standing
i am collapsing
folding, turning, compressing
down into my bed
imaginary
this fighting against nothing
difficult battle
can you pull yourself
or do you need someone else
it’s physical law
eighty eight percent
realizing precious twelve
quietly slipped through
media blackout
my heart folds in on itself
I cheated tonight
thank you for shopping
it helps the economy
we should all buy more
boxes of old junk
sitting behind the back door
used to be brand new
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