July 28, 2019
shelter in leaves, under trees // poem
Weeds and rootsSource: Woodsy Walk 03 | Penelope Peru Photography
adam’s apple rots while eve seeks shelter in leaves, under trees,
while internet gurus preach crystals and herbal teas are the key to some supposed inner peace,
i can’t appease the referees on my shoulders,
even when i’m baring the weight of the world’s boulder,
bolder ambitions carve craters in my shoulder blades,
my body aches, my legs shake, i resort to getting baked,
i smoke in an attempt to turn goliath into mice,
i lay down to smoke after throwing up last supper,
i exhale memories of that summer,
i tried to walk on water with cinder blocks for shoes,
today, i can’t help but wonder why i still get blue over an inability to recognize you,
err, me, i guess. this face always feels so out of place.
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