The alarm clock bleeds
a bright red into my eyes,
which are closing shut,
harder, than a powerlifter
dropping his weights…
on max day
With the drippy starlight seeping into my room
I don’t know what to write
But
I am putting words on the paper anyway
Imagine what the world would be
If 77+33=100
Would flying cars roam every inch of the universe
Or
would people be stupider than they are right now
Could I finally remember what George Lopez was about
Even though I watched the entire series as a kid
Or
Will we still disagree on Pluto being a planet?
Maybe I find my true love
And I love something bigger than myself
Maybe
I am just in love with the idea of it?
But for now, I am just…
Hearing the siren of beeps going off,
I can’t help but
to wish
I was that one song by The Smiths
What was it called?
Oh yea, I remember now,
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