Crappy Poetry.

ennui like the sun
everything everyday
mundane

mundane
mundane
disaffection at its best
but i’ve been crying
and there’s nothing you can do about it
now
i’ve been taking advice from the sun
burning on and burning out
on everything at once.

Quaalude like the moon
shinning on the horizon of my nothing
ever changing and too static
like the Stations of the Cross
but there’s no God in no heaven
and i’ve been dreaming that there’s
more
than trying to swallow the moon

Pent up like wind
free but never reaching disassociation
never like sun
never like moon
always howling
discontentment
searching for a place to belong
and i’ve been too tired to open my eyes and
see
that even the wind stops to rest

Imprinted like The Earth
holding onto forever the footsteps
of everything
the burn of sun
the shine of moon
the cries of wind
stoically holding up without Atlas
to take the brunt
but it’s getting painful
now
i’ve been feeling in spite of myself