to work out
when the floor falls
out from underneath us all
so much music
and so many books
never reaching
boredom’s spot
at the end of that dark
and lonely road
someone would find
me motionless
before boredom
could take over
the head still
swirling with the clouds
like cream in the coffee
my father drinks his black
wish we could make
it out to Crestone
and make life simple
again stuck on the thought
made my fair share of mistakes
and some may never forget
never mind forgive
or was it the other
way off the point
and onto another
missing my brother
only eight miles
from here
he has his
with no sugar
like my mom
she’s sweet enough…
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