a sickly gray inconsolable

it is impossible
to tell where the gray
skies end and the winding
sidewalk begins
perhaps it is me
i feel unable to
pilot this flesh vessel
correctly today
shambling steps
as the earth pitches
beneath unsteady feet
everything feels too raw
undercooked yet thrust
into the gaping mouth
of universal avarice
bacterial thriving in
the guts of the simplicity
in complicit misunderstanding
too many thoughts
disparate hummingbirds
uncertain amongst
the poppies dripping
morphine addled milk
onto the eager tongues
of skinless longing
covered in lazy
shades of gray emptiness
distorting the horizon
where the roiling clouds
meet the cracked sidewalk
leaving a broken disposition
of a murky monday malaise

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