Thoughts

I have so many of you

in the times I sit and wish

you didn't exist- wish

you were not there-

Rarely is one of them

the self doesn't need

to be patted on the back,

or hugged,

or punched in the fucking face.

 

Soldier on after the armistace.

Keep marching toward emptiness.

Start drinking before the alarm

rings a frightening clang

unlike these sweet and gentle chimes wavering between the high

and low

pitch of damage in your ears.

 

What i notice about you

is that you are always

a great misunderstanding-

an untruth-

a mythology about yourself.

 

Get up and water the plants.

 

Done