(just as it is) just as it is here, now
may it forever be,
are worthless trinkets for summer days spent
to oneself malnourished
fed a steady diet of happy
in a word, as a penicillin to give chase to
a plague: doom
may that and those forevers be greeted
as a visitor arrived unannounced
as bitters gently stirred
a drink, incomplete in its absence,
of doom
to sour a stomach turned on
hollow smiles
sometimes I think, too
much is made of not enough
I feel the weight of my smile
my heart pushed by
my mind taken by
the thought of
being fully
wrong
the wood beneath my feet
barely afloat
planing on waves hungry to swallow
chaos comes, just as it should
to be, just what it should and
every heavy smile banished into
another day
made pure for the here of then
in another word, cousin of doom: felicity.
hello.