August Morning

August Morning, straight from The Year 13.

I wake up in the morning and pick up my phone
Not sure if happy or completely gone
This is the solution of all problems
I need to solve things that way, too.
That's what the world wants from everybody.

I get an apple cider in the park
I never bought a drink on my own
I never wanted to drink to begin with
It tastes like yellow and darkness, strange
It tastes like forced mundane of everyday
Why do people drink, anyway?

August always fails
Ever since the year of punk
But this one is July.

I tell everybody that this is great
I tell everybody that this is everything
I never wanted it myself to begin with
It feels too normal for whatever reason
I feels like forced mundane of everyday
Why do people do it, anyway?

August is loneliness
Especially after he died
But this one is July.

I look through everything I ever wrote
And I sanitize it until it doesn't make sense
I never wanted anything real to begin with
It felt too rude for whatever reason
It was not really mundane or everyday
Why do I write, anyway?

I knew about August
Nobody listened to me
But this one is July.

That's what the world wants from everybody.
I need to solve things that way, too.
This is the solution of all problems
Not sure if happy or completely gone
When I woke up in the morning and picked my phone.

- July 31st and August 02nd, 2016


This does not take place right now. The protagonist of this poem didn't get drunk, just had a single drink. The protagonist clearly had other issues than whatever the poem is about.

Counterpart to its aftermath, Toy Bird.

Untitled, August 2011

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