Outside
#poetry
#spilled ink
#original
#outside
#thoughts
It smells like pork outside
that smell really needs to die
unlike the animal it came from
People are cooking food
I think it’s called barbecue
Maybe I should sleep
because everyone is irritating me
Feeling really casual
I think I should do what the kids call chill
even though it is hot here
I think this weather is dear
Three different kinds of skies
appear right before my eyes
and when I see no pollution
my thoughts swim like an ocean
A few moments on my deck
despite the smell outside
cures all sickness of the mind
and when 5am is your bedtime
you won’t take what I’m saying
laying down.
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