Now we’re hitting
into all the clichés;
the clever wordplay
and sharp line cuts
begin to dissipate
it’s cold, I’m sick
and willing to use
any excuse
that comes to mind
Ironic,
a low moment,
at a peak period
when perfect it looks
it truly isn’t
struggling to find
a passageway
to slither out of here
and I’m still looking
at high season
or low season
it’s doesn’t ever seem
to reveal itself
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