at 12 am you notice the sound
of your own heart beating
teeth rotting out of your head
you decide not to sleep tonight
and get high instead
you’re in love with a dead horse
these glasses cost you a million dollars
what do you do with your own time
but say what’s all been said?
are you your own fucking body?
is your body fucking you?
are you going to waste our fucking time here?
do you know what means what to you?
Intense. Good poem