my poetry
is killed
by the urgency
of overwriting
my photography
is killed
because i’m no longer
seeing
to busy
being depressed
looking down
i’m going to kick
this fucking depression habit
not only
will it reawaken my sight
for my photography
it’ll reawaken my sight
for pretty movement
i will get the knife
to the poetry
turn it
but not for a decade
it’s so long
since i’ve had
dryness
the time to edit
there’s so much
drivel
that needs the dryness knife