heart beats fast, i feel it in my fingertips. am i in love, or just playing fortnite?
m.e.
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heart beats fast, i feel it in my fingertips. am i in love, or just playing fortnite?
m.e.

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advice to true young artist... #quickpoem #poetry #poem https://www.instagram.com/p/B_ij-sBAwc8/?igshid=zeg6ef8chgwa
November 13th
This day
Every year
Makes me so happy.
So calm
The feeling the day envelopes
As if wrapping me in sweetest whispers
From the dawn of time
That rings and shines
And reminds
That "all will be fine"
Highway code
For the February IÂ was laid-off,Â
I told the big man ‘Thank you.’Â
and left on the ring road.Â
If they were DownsizingÂ
I would become fertiliser fed,Â
The small cellophane tape dispenser, cracked,Â
I tweeze, a splint, into the third lane,Â
taking my feet from the wheel.Â
Haven’t dropped a #quickpoem in awhile... here’s one for you. (I’m jetlagging in #Knoxville at the moment) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz2dte0ghfr/?igshid=itoyj5pddjgp

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#Quickpoem for your #IGcrush... we all follow people we don’t know, (or may not know too well) & entertained by their lives. I appreciate all the people that follow me & if you dig the poem, share on your story and tag your #IGcrush. Check my tags for some of my favorite follows. (at New York City - Manhattan - Nyc) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0T6x9rg-bi/?igshid=1dmvhp9jmicla
Your pen stays in the margins,
comments aligned behind
the paper’s cage,
You stay safe in the liminal,
the paper’s wayÂ
to say ‘Don’t write here -
‘... all the things, the ridiculous things.’Â
To you, I’d say
I think about you, often. As habitually but unthinkingly as I turn off lights in the house.Â
An old text message reopens that space that was once bright and alive between us. Like some kind of sci-fi flat pack, your few words, whether friendly or hostile, make any room feel larger, and more than anything that is in front of me, here you are.Â
Though as fast as digital, or as fast as a morning’s newspaper can shout LONDON IS BURNING, come evening, it is then the papier-mâché stuck to a man’s shoe as he walks past the supermarket in the rain.Â
What I mean to say is, these memories don’t hassle or tug. I cut the cable tie and watched the pages fall into the wet, the images transferring nothing onto the pavement. Scandal is washed into the gutters, old messages become a phone’s strata.Â
I don’t see the harmful or the sad.Â
News will still be printed for tomorrow, and I will think of you again.Â