The Last Truly Great Moment
Morning dewdrops
None of the subjects smile
Sweat through my shirt
Our grins, the only ones for miles
AC cooling off the room
For some, a stifling white tomb
Cool foam beneath my black shoes
Celebrating triple digit views
Burning embers
Insulated by 20% of a ton
Gripping future
A sandwich artist dreaming of being a janitor
Hey there, I'm not his brother
Do you dream of me more than the other?
Stark white against rainbow sheets
Does it sting seeing undented streets?
Office doesn't reek of sweat
Door taped shut to save your eyes
Wide open now that he is gone
Bleach spreading over your nice ties
80 degrees
Sun bright but leaving my skin just fine
Nine short hours
Devastation born of saving some time
Excuses to shoot both your friends
Capitalism; means to an end
Just eight short days
Maybe even fewer, who can say
A weekend miles above home
Not knowing I'd be cursed to roam
Ever hoping to live just like this
The greatest summer that I'd ever lived
Made me feel like I was important
Whole division made impotent
Flaccid against a changing tide
But this was chosen by design
Cardboard shelters me from wind
Twenty blades that I never spent
They don't really matter now
You can't buy mental health anyhow
Tell me that you needed me
I'd produce all your dreams for free
Come back and speak like in my dreams
Before COVID took this world from me
It's cold and it shouldn't be
Spring flowers making my world green
Just means more ticks crawl on me
I've truly nothing left to bleed
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