Poems from justin something
(manifesto for the meek)
today my tea tastes of apathy.
my toast and jam,
so bland.
i note the watch
that tells my time
is on the...
stumbling in fields of elsewhere
makes me suspiciously
sated,
stubborn,
and sad.
cattle
grazing memories
of what was
and all that...
unjigsaw me.
unmix my mind.
unmake my mess.
but still, be kind.
unperfect puzzles
may profess, appease.
i prefer myself
pieced...