I am sick of reading poems about the ocean.

I am sick of reading poems about birds or clouds.

I initiated the attack and my mind was blown.

I came into the world fucking. 

I will go up in smoke, and I’m alive!

When I am falling asleep, I can transform any room. 

So lonely, I have urges.

So lonely, I have needs.

Fuck science. Fuck research. Fuck disease.

I’m channeling my feelings into art tonight.

I’m not cut out for academia. I’m cut out for sleeping.

I’m not a dick man. I am dirt in everything, I am dirt.

I am listening to Ashlee Simpson.

I want to know everything about Captain America. 

Toy stores suddenly appeal to me again.

Don’t we see the bones we walk on? 

We weave sandals and leave them secretly by the roadside.

We have different opinions. 

In the end though, I just want people to participate.

In any way.