the plane of the trickster god

poetry

i know i need to do hip mobility exercises
and eat less and see the sun more

in many ways the gate is in your mind
or the pressure or the thin air is in your mind
whether you are trapped in a metal tube at the bottom of the ocean
or running through an idyllic field of lilacs and roses

we are in a multi layered simulation and the
first layer is your own mind and you aren’t
even close to escaping that one

let alone the next where maybe you could fly
but you can’t stop mouthing for the nipple
and crying

wah wah, i don’t want to do my hip
mobility exercises
i don’t want to eat less or see the sun
or call my brother and remind him that i care

because in many ways you live in your mind
and it is in a metal tube at the bottom
of the ocean, and not running through
an idyllic field of lilacs and roses

although, it is just another day on
the plane of the trickster god
you can at least try to laugh
and try to smile
and get off the nipple
and stand up

and
s
t
r
e
t
c
h
your legs until you come upon
the plane of pure thought and reason
that the tricker’s can’t even find

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