three note refrain

the sky looks like
pollock found a surplus
of pinks and oranges
and in a fit used up
each and every last can
the world is too still
one lone bird repeats
a three note refrain
staring at the mass
of fresh bruises
in dayglow aftertones
hopefully signaling
the end of this entire
goddamned world of pain.

i am sitting here trying
to not start this day
with a total breakdown
but the unsettling skies
lack of morning coffee
and this ache that vibrates
along my irredeemable ugly
leaves me unable to avoid
the catastrophes inside
my cavernous lack of hope
longing to set myself aflame
to burn away this stain
under skies of pink and orange
in this three note refrain.

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