All Occasion Chaos

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There’s no need to write poems 

with my swiss cheese life forgotten

blending into the background like a used cup

growing only in dust

 

Here’s the home with safe bedrooms

A dog who sleeps quietly and unshakeable love
I’m not familiar with the me’s I used to be 

and their internal chaos expressed

 

There are new waves

but less romantic

The anxieties of secure adulthoods

predictable desires and woes

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I gave up the drama Mostly

But I still have to ask

Who I am if I don’t 

grasp every wayward thing

 

There’s still fires and lies and terror

I don’t have to make the world hard 

 

How to give up small dilemmas and accept

Trouble finds itself

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