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Saturn is sitting on top of Venus
Mars is sitting next to her
Mercury in on his way to run into this mess
and the moon is almost dead
can I stop this anxiety?
I’m not responsible for anyone else’s life
I can’t be
but I can be for my own
right?
Saturn is a big dark bully
but Fuck You Dad
no, Fuck YOU Dad
I’m tired of not living my dreams
I mean
I know
I have
you have
they have
are we all tired?
what about you?
seems all the men I’ve loved stop short
we’re paralyzed
shaking like leaves on the surface of the river
sweeping under
mingling with decay
my body is melting
mixed in with syrup
corn
cream
gummi bears
my arms are goop
and I can’t seem to make my finger do much
I want to sing
but mostly grunt
I’m a fucking God
how’d I turn into such a troll
weight
when does the wind blow?
33 weeks before death and eternal life
again again
October 13th
how do I grow backwards
to move forward?
or trace back my steps
out of this cul-de-sac
the edge of the cliff
I always said i jumped off in desperation
and learned how to fly
but I didn’t
I just fell asleep there
on the ground
I’m still there
sleeping
dreaming
"I am the most free man there ever was, I never stopped escaping"
I stood on the edge
and let the wind blow through me
scattered my leaves to the wind
wild topiary
branches
or less..
I keep talking about the economics of live
to myself
this
all
disjointed
declarations
like hidden poems
blocking communication
hungry for sugar!
I can’t be concerned for them right now
not now
them not living their dreams
is their deal
me
I gotta
I gotta try and fail
I gotta try and fly
I gotta
what else would I do?
.iP
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