Collection of Sleepy Morning Poems from 2021
April 17th - Homeless Little bites over my body, The inside of my lungs, My brain, my guts. A tiny monster gnawing, Parasite of a world, Slow and steady. Put a lid on, it overflows. There's no end to Exponential growth. How long till you change? Do we have to die first? Despite it all, Another shitty job, I'll be homeless again, soon.