Beware the easy little slutty little poem
who opens up quick & wants to be enjoyed
they said, you can’t trust the easy
little slutty little poem
sure it makes you laugh
forget your troubles but
if yer not careful
it’ll suck you in
to its sticky void
that dirty little
slutty little
poem
My therapist says the phrase small p
psychosis & I hug its diminutive size
near normal or next to
small enough to fit inside my house
small enough to rarely show
few moments of giant shoes & giant hands
seen bursting through windows
kept under the hat, so to speak
Still high
always & forever
on permanent astral layaway
sky fam tugging my sleeve
remember us
or else
humans w/o context
tend to break apart
upon expansion
I am one of these
To overcome an overwhelming feeling
an overwhelming feeling of being overcome
the coming on of overwhelming feeling
the dissolution of self into overwhelming feeling
an overwhelming feeling of dissolution of self
Having one’s shit together
means not being dispersed
means not being dissolved
how to dissolve the self &
return to work on Monday
how to refuse the transition
how to slide between modes
work to buy the pants
to express the self
recoup the losses of the week
drugs & forests stimulate a little ego death
return & feel thyself
I’m thinking about how not to be a piece of shit
a single turd, when we are all one massive cow splat
laid on the wide open field
I keep writing the same poem
but conditions haven’t changed
so why would the poem?
I’ll keep writing the same poem
until conditions change