on a somewhat alright but not great day...

A Poem by Espy

i feel like this...

my brain is snapping away like a bottle rocket.
speewwwwwin sparks about in flowery like shapes too.
air around paying attention less.
these things never mattered. i'm burning the grass as i hit bottom.
the heat rose me up. warmth in my chest.
it may sound crazy but i think i actually got somewhere.
metaphorically i mean.