*nite*

good night, i guess

a bit poem

for the fallout

or acid talk! yeah

i…i

need to release

and allow

without my 

my

my selfish needs.

still difficult

i, 

i, try

and despite intentions

make the mistake of anger!

don’t want that

and yet may burn me,

may cut—yeah

i don’t want to hurt

sometimes not accept outside things

and sometimes the reality of the poetry demands…

a wink and a nod.

and outside, another’s breath