when i rose , out of bed , it was past , 10 , yet i felt , like my limitations melted from my zen , . ,
microwaved , oats , went outside , took a breath , broke , bread , with a puppy and i felt like i had ri- , -sen ,
, . then , my reality , hit , hard , i ran out of my anti-depressants but i didn’t feel like getting
in the car , pharmacy was ready for my card , but i kept myself distracted ’till the evening so that i could take ,
laps , in my black , tar , . , never mind the resolutions because all i want to do is starve , get my back ,
charred , peel , skin , then repeat until i’m marked , with malignant tumors that way i can visit all the stars , . ,
put that wish- , -list , in , park , time to roll , down my win- , -dows , let the SUV , crash and burn , my im-
-aginary kin- , -folk , . morality , and the value-gallery , of my self-destructive tendencies ,
got ’em on their tip- , -toes , . , wait , whoa , where’s the metaphysical , prose , . , left it next , to my
old , zip- , -code , rolling in the same , silt , blows , . , long- , -term’s , not a con- , -cept , i , hold ,
if i let the intermittent thoughts , of my drops , filibuster on my hill- , -top , then i start to hear myself ,
talk , like a victim to the frills , that i’ve sought , . , my responsibility is easier to swap , than to
clean up with a mop , . , but i just , flaunted my , sick , smog , . , now it’s on , me to flip , flop ,
show you catastrophic is a temporary stop , i might dirty up my smock , but i’ll always get it tossed , in the
wash
– D K T
