All those New Yorkers were born

in a place that bleeds with inspiration.

I can barely be inspired

to remove the linens from my torso.

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I’ll try again,
I’m
lacking consistency.
I
don’t even know
what
I am writing about;
this
4-1-6-1
is
a pretty weird meter
but
knowing myself
I’ll
probl’y start to break out
soon
sue-une? so on.
Soon.

I want to let it all out.
Man, I can complain about anything.

Counting syllables again,
albiet actu’ly accidentally.

Maybe I’m fudging some lines.
I’m only looking
for a distraction.

It’s 5:30 A.M. and I
can’t fucking sleep. Syllables over sheep.