Hello reader. Just a few breaths and a clear mind, you’ll see what I want you to.
So see this, July the 1st. A cold ugly morning.
The sun is being outshined by the freezing fog
Somehow I feel like half man half dog,
Hungry for the things men want and hungry for the things dogs fling.
See, I have nothing in my heart and my body isn’t even alive.
I can smell my own fear bringing the ugliness alive.
With the little I had, a swollen mind and a sullen unadorned jive
With all I had my head still hurt
See this, a man fighting through a cornfield of shadows
A man bruised but refuses to bleed, a man yelling
July the ugly 1st.