melted-crayons-painting

Off the pill (practicing with rhymes)

There’s a minute
every second
blessed with
cursed with
blessed with
things
dreams
clean
clothes
in between
clumps of
dirty laundry
dump
a lump of
laundry
belts
shoes
melted
crayons
paint
tainted
saints
marching
in
tin
cans
thin
hands
blessed with
cursed with
blessed with
mess
less
space
races
chases
in between
queens
leaning
singing
in tongues
lungs
collapsing
laughing
loud
proud
sound
ringing
kind of
hate
rushing
hushing
blushing
fussing
over mess
can’t seem
to clean
I mean
reason
words
words
words
I don’t
even
make sense
anyway,
all the way.