Restless
I’m restless as everything being shoveled, gone, and lost.
I have enough gears leftover to store nerves.
And drastic guitar strings handed over to me.
The types of manic piano keys all over and over.
Shoveled, eaten, and swamped.
I’m restless as everything over there.
In the old pond with shiny things.
Algae coming to life.
Over there, crispy.
Whooshing.
I’m restless as the end of a gold skeleton.
Or a bobbing up and down coin.
I’m restless as a crunchy sound.
Guitar leaves.
I fell asleep somehow.
Shiny, restless, gone.
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