SPRING THURSDAY


Everything doesn't need
To smell like egg
For your day to be shitty
But it doesn't hurt
Meanwhile the city
Is not one for pity
Still it feels good to ask

Maybe I should move
To a permanent lunch
The fulcrum of every day
Balanced there you see
What happens everywhere
Doesn't stay there

Hey self here's an idea
For your idea museum
Let's forget we ever
Breathed without singing
Into each moment of
Shirtsleeve weather