2019

#creative writing, #poetry

I sit in a new year

black coffee

in my Koala coffee cup

I learnt French for an hour

and am living in the decision

to be more than the wasted year before

~

I exist

one step away from the next

as though every day

could be tracked on a scorecard

~

Do you ever get tired of trying to win

this game you entered without reading the rules?

~

Do you ever just want to lie on the floor

of some shopping mall

and watch the surprised eyes

as though this were

the only action

that could bring you

face to face with your soul?

 

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