Falling in love twice in one day: the aftermath of a Sunday

Lips pink, truth slips
Stares speak for ’em
Slow steady salivating 
For the lack of boredom
Politics are old
The rat race is snoring
up our sleeves
A dozen issues we are hoarding
Throat is clogging
Mouth is holding
Running-stopping
Coming-going
global
Positioning
Systems foreign
Character glittered
Soul golden
Baked and naked
Faked halfway
Sovereign
Boots wooden
Truth stolen
Dispositioned
Led loaded
Empty to be filled
Space bound
Folded
Hoppy
But Malty
Sexy
But
Common
Earthy
But leaving
Relating
But feeling
Nostalgic, uneven

Odd grid of bones fleeting
Spicy dressing on a plain evening
Cook to dress well
And Pay less
Tummy heaving
Societal pressure
Brain overrun
White plastic kettle
Steaming
normal is no longer an existing meaning

I am me
Me is I
We’re now even
Once a predator
Now an onion peeling
Layers of old skin
With every stroke
Of each season
It’s fashionable
To be on time
Stylish to have a reason
Selfless to embody purpose
And sexy to be
One
In which
Another
Can believe in

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