It sounds like a pet shop
in my head, the twitching
tongues of birds, the spinning
of rodent’s wheels, the tap
of reptiles on the glass.
The animals never stop living
inside my head.
On some days it feels like chaos,
like they’re all running free,
no cages
no glass
running free inside my head
while the world burns inside it
never silent.

we start the day again
as though sleep is just a memory,
the wheel keeps spinning

Here it comes again,
The feeling i had hoped i’d forget.
The hands in my brain, fingers twisting
pretzel knots out of memories,
squeezing out life juice and blood
like a butcher’s wash cloth.
I had really hoped i’d never feel
this feeling again, the feeling
of looking at something beautiful
from behind a glass.

We're turning the world
into a Frankenstein Earth.
We cannot exist, science
and nature, safely, healthily.
We cannot support our planet
and be there for it, with gentle hands
and the care we would, a dying bird
or a spider we do not want to crush.
The Earth wants blue skies, rain
and sunshine, it want's green fields
and animals roaming free, grazing
and ******* and dying in due time.
The Earth is dying inside out,
we are little minions of the fiends
harvesting the Earth.

I got a new desk today,
I thought "HEY!
if I get a new desk
I'll be able to fix this mess!"
I put together the desk,
it wasn't hard,
I didn't sweat.
I put it in my room
and I got upset
because despite the desk
being beautiful and tall
wooden and long
perfect for that corner in my room,
it was not big enough for the clutter
and the mess
and the stress
and all the books and the stuff
that I need around me.
So now I have a desk and my things
and we all float together in my solitude.

Has your blood ever boiled
and burned the handle of your sanity?