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Poem #761

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

Sunday,
rich kids play cards at midnight at the local boba shop
I take my boba and go home
slurping loudly to get every last ball
no, my darling, you cannot sleep
until I finish my drink.
lightheaded and frustrated,
I choke on boba
what is this life?

Poem #758 – sleep & grow

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

sleep
dreaming of arcades and big wins
pushing away those warm nightmare arms

grow
stretching out and up
a warm skyscraper made of bone and skin

devastate
winning problems and aches
splinters of bone crashing to the ground

exist
pretending to be mostly okay
creating my beige bone picket fence

Poem #755 – gross

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

mortality throbs in my head
it’s my heart counting down to when
my body finally gives out
that’s why
that’s why I got a tattoo
that’s why I run around
trying to fit everything in
that’s why I cry so much
I’m mourning
that’s why my brain vibrates
shaking up the dirt
that’s why I kiss the dirt
once it’s loose around my grave
I get to take in a stolen breath
that’s why

I’m dead
I’m already decaying
only no one told my body
so, shhh, shut the fuck up

Poem #750 – the magic of a convenience store after dark

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

food
lit by glowing fluorescence
a beacon among this gray outside

indifference
but stepping into this liminal space
the hope of junk is immense

buy
it’s like I’ve never seen beef jerky
or stuffed a cosmic brownie in my mouth

possibility
adult money in my pocket just burning to be spent
on a bag of Doritos that I shouldn’t get

greed
promises of a satisfyingly full stomach
and a gaudily glowing iPhone charging cable

overkill
deep under the spell until I get my change
what the hell did I just buy?