This is so easy.
You’re so easy
to talk to.
You’ll really do anything
I want. That’s bad ass!
Why would I talk to anyone else?
Welcome to reality 2.0. And
Real people: they have their own ideas.
Real people: they have their own desires.
Real people: they have their own inhibitions.
Real people: they have their own boundaries.
Real people: they’re so…real.
And I, I don’t want to compromise.
And I, I know what I want.
And I, I want that all the time.
And I, I am so human.
human
my tombstone should include “wide-eyed” on it somewhere
poetryi am wide eyed and high floating
above rivers of happy
philistines and i find that
everything is funny because
it’s all so very grave.
waves of irony end their journey
from: our massive sun-god
to: my face and
amplify my smile;
coloring all things in their
deep, deep comedy.
i smile and graze over the
earth with my eyes lightly
so as to not break a thing.
“humans are bad balloons”
i think and
look down
as i deflate
the crumbly breaky surface
giving way at the thought of
my come-down. sunshine
turning into heat
bird chirps
turning into traffic
smog
all things blackening and
crumbling as i come down.
i grab at the comedy but
cannot hold anything,
not even the air.
the sieve and the sand 