Walking on thin ice

Winter and summer went extinct

When they thought of what kept them thin

Spring might have been intensifying,

but it was as cruel as someone snatching away scent

from flowers that wanted to be sniffed

By some asthmatic old man, his last wish,

telling us

that he preferred dying from the pollen that already wanted him dead


He was dancing on delicate glass,

and then playing Frisbee with it’s leftovers


And the dumpster that was suddenly noticed

By flashlights

Realized

How pathetic fame was


No matter how much you try and freeze anger

it will erupt

and boil surfaces, already condensed.


It’s like trying to equate the numbers on an equation

One plus negative one

Infamous

Never cancelling

One half only hunches to watch the rest keep a straight posture, boastful


Isn’t that ancient history?

Signs that seagulls and snitches have only found more careful ways

to control their wings with


How far apart are we

Yet feel like boomerangs in mid flight
Uncertain of whether they will ever come back

Uncertain whether it was even us, or something else

that swung them against the abominable breeze

that promised warmth,

but cracked ice instead.


It wasn’t the ice, you goof

Just put on different shoes

Go ice-skating

Just go, dammit, just walk.

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S.K.

This right here, keeps me sane. You will find here, sincere thoughts mixed up with a subconscious trying to fuck it all up. I hope you understand.

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