I got asked ‘how you?’
And within the rundownlist of howme
I ended up coming upyou
maybe onetwo
threefour times,
thinking of the way
life’s gone happysmile
without me noticing.
I didn’t notice
when the upsome
got more than the downsome,
didn’t notice
when the brightsome
came close
to outweighing the darksome.
I didn’t notice
until my mine was smile sore
and the up bubble feeling in my chest
was defined to be
giddy and all of laughter, all of freedom.
I’d pull down the pillars of the temple for you.
I’d turn the tables,
drive out our demons
with whips and holy water,
with laughter and dreams,
and maybe nothing would be better,
but everything would change
and I mean to change.
Or at least see it all through.
I’m just this branch pocket of green
a wet-insides mouthspit
bundle of raw
not yet ready
but when it’s time
o when it’s time
I’ll tear me open
I will love me and you will

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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