the good news is on it's way
it should really be any day now -
I think it'll be Monday, because leave it to Now to make Monday's weekends.
am I insinuating that good news only comes on weekends? because that is not what I meant at all. the mailman brought me a letter today and it wasn't from the bank,
And it wasn't addressed to the previous tenants, It was from the City telling me good news is on it's way in the form of stolen sounds and sick days,
music bowls and free chicken noodle soup, technological anti-loneliness and temperatures that warm into chest pains and thaw out the window panes to let in the fresh air,
and the mailman.
The breathing manor sighs with seasonal allergy, the wood laughs at the idea of linoleum, and though the paint chips the thin walls will still stand
It's a new kind of dizzy Delirium detox, a sunny stillness, a pleasure in the poisonous pulse, a reaction that tells you, 'Yes, you are alive. Now.'
so Now, who can say what will become of us changing like seasons, bleeding like lesions, praying for a good day or
even just
to hear
that good news is
on it's way, and should
be here..
it sounds the way healing feels, and guess what
it's going to be free.
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