Damaging in its own way,
almost miraculous…
A little intelligence fills the creases,
instills a craving.
There’s no surefire way to market this,
but maybe with the proper push.
Certain inroads are paved over
with vignettes, snippets of familiar songs
whose soothing words were tucked away
in some uninviting corner of the mind
until further notice.
I’m feeling more used up than usual.
I’m feeling less likely to succeed.
I’m feeling ten years older
than a moment ago,
but no less tempestuous.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 