Happy Thoughts.

Americana Injustica

If I am such a bad version of
what a “good woman” is to you,
whoever you might be, anyway –
it’d be pretty damned hard to…
with certainty that bled red-blue,
speaks of nothing;
and to very few…
single out a green-eyed beast astray,
rolling about in the oceans, grey –
but this much I can assure as true:
even times such as now,
when I feel hopelessly confused…
tricked by the faces
I gave so much of my time to –
it’s okay –
just one bad day,
in a string of a few …
here and gone,
like the hum of a song,
you don’t remember the words to.

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