Sunday, November 11

simply dislocated

i know
what i want
its exactly what
i'm running from
exactly what
i have to orbit
what i have to repair

why am i playing
chase with the goddamn
Golden Age
why
am i
shitkicking myself
around
mother planet earth
why am i a victim of rent
and of godless mother fuckers

i'm trying
so desperately
to imagine
myself as parent
the motherload
the taxed father; i am
neither of them. i am
new and expirementing
because i'm a scientist
with my feelings
i am
new and experiencing
because in my black water
i want the sugar to be natural
BE JUST LIKE ME, NATURE:
a little more childish,
a little less explaining
because
i'm only in the know
with what
i actually know;
have lived.

behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.

click here to speak to me.

cats to my fish