and I recognize myself from photographs strewn across the internet and placed among my parents things.
the black notebooks sit unused in pockets of jean jackets with Mont Blanc pens attached.
stop world consciousness existed before the medications and stability ruined the mirror image of perplexion.
an ant crawls joyfully on the lattice work of wrought iron patio furniture careful not to upset the balance.
and the dead birds come in droves.
parallels of superable considerations and a fly crawls across the rim of a coffee cup, awake and staggeringly beautiful.
they pray from both ends.
journaling thoughts later for storage into a vat of nothingness and I toughen up.
bleeding hearts are broken by mean looks and stern words spoken abruptly.
I kick the dirt under my walking boots and wonder how many creatures I’ve killed in similar fashion.
fresh page unshaven and unwritten, strands of a broken spine stumble all pencils in the margin.
sado-masochist with aim only for his own conditions tries coke for the first time. gets bitten.
shameful secret is out and we cannot control individual reactions to fake legs and prosthetic fingers.
a hallowed shell – a spent cartridge is still illegal in the right company.
