KIWI MAKES ME SMILE. 

I’m broke like the church window and my mother thinks I am hosting dinner.

Tonight will consist of poetry bubble baths and local brews.

The sun hasn’t been out in over a month, and my depression is kicking back in.

I see the world in front of my brown eyes but what do i see?

A kid with no mother and a dog with no owner.

I see a failing industry for the struggling artist.

The streets are clean after three am.

But I still don’t know how many to rsvp and I owe my neighbor five dollars.

The point of the moon is too see the future and the grass is greener there.

Carts full of roses and carts full of baby ducks. Which left should I take?

The one in front of me or the one behind? 

Please help!