12.31.21

the last of the last 

of the last of the year

may we open our eyes

like 4 the first 

time   #katyamills

alameda again

man with a pipe of tobacco paces 

in his own head. isis flops 

on her back undeterred by cars and sarah's 

slovak commands plays

dead    #katyamills

alt version...

old man nurses a pipe of tobacco

paces the sidewalk slow

black vest and chain he strikes a dead stop

composing the thoughts in his head

where anyone would love

to compose. isis flops on her back

undeterred by cars and sarahs slovak commands

tongue out plays dead

too

twenty thirteen

when fentanyl hit the spleen
overdose became mainstream you lost 

friends and legends and the sun still rises

the light wakes you under 

your angel hair cabbage you formulate 

a mission you play with memory you

love and live on

and on

and on

and on

#katyamills

broadcasting hope

if you feel like running 

around the block 4 times

like a dope

broadcasting your 2021 aura 

of hope then 

go!

you are you

don't ever let

the world 

dictate

#katyamills