welcome, me,
i say to myself, out loud
because i can’t seem to
get on my own side
without making it a show
for someone
else
[that feels like an important lesson to have sink in]
welcome, me,
i say to myself, out loud
because i can’t seem to
get on my own side
without making it a show
for someone
else
[that feels like an important lesson to have sink in]
i don’t know what i’m waiting for
but i’m waiting
i’m waiting
burning hands
burning feets
burning face
how mystique
mistaken and confused
my kip’s nerve endings are being
have been
the last few weeks
[i hope we find out soon what’s going on]
i just want to run around in a field
or forest
without having to worry
about taxes
or dinners
or interpersonal relationships
except for those i create in my mind
where is my idyllic adulthood?
prioritize stories
instead of
impressions
[or something]
committing to the bit
is all my life really is
[why has it taken me this long
to find clowning
as an art form
to love?]
create
creativity
or you’ll die from
lacking
a human need
maybe
someday
i’ll feel like
a human
i am a smattering of choices
in an aging human body
decorated so i feel more real
and interacting with the world
even though sometimes
i wish i
wouldn’t
remember that time
every single time
i meditated
i cried?
what a time
what a time…