Following the Little Bluejay

too loud
too old

I have no
Chains
I do what I want

sorry if that hurts
we should all
feel free

everything
gets to me
no matter
the dream

a clown
that blows it
at the last moment
even if he
was right
plays the fool

when i’m up
so are you
when i’m down
you’re
invisible

i could
disappear
into the woods…

the cosmos
like i use to

and
nobody
would care

no
one would
even bat an eye

following the little
bluejay
by the drugstore
in red stilettos

a trance felt
across the
board

ÂĐJ.D.C.IV 2019

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