The Fruits Of My Spirit

Donal Mangan Illustration


the fruits of my spirit
blend into juice

every taste
everyday
is the same

give or take
a few degrees
or
the flowers on the jacaranda trees

my smoggy mind goes numb
oh my god, i can't breathe

waiting for the next big thing
while craving a life of forest green
smiling at paypal transfers
and heart-shaped validation

i want to escape the blandness of my day-to-day routine
without running from the land of opportunity

there is no gold left in the golden state
so why bother giving when there's nothing left to take
i live in a sauna
that melts away my inhibitions

i tell myself to keep on swimming
but i just want a moment to breathe.

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