
sketch: big smiles

worse than ever, build up slowly
turn down smiles from friends
for another puddle that we’ve
put the drops right in
to get to where we’re going and we’re now a whole year in
plenty of material has piled up around
the working space, and working day
it runs into the ground
the water’s dry, the jar’s a mess
(already drank it down)
two more days and then I’ll trade
my smile for a frown
dour mood much
dang
all this prep for nothing
a smile on my face as I fight to keep the pace
and then another weekend, too
to waffle waste and tarry