If I Were King Of The Forest not queen, not duke, not prince
My regal robes of the forest would be satin, not cotton, not chintz
I'd command each thing, be it fish or fowl, with a woof and a woof, and a royal
growl
As I'd click my heel all the trees would kneel and the mountains bow and the
bulls kowtow
And the sparrows would take wing, if I were king

Ironies nested together in one place.

Regardless of my choice of origin
Whether I'm a bipedal ape,
or molded out of clay and rib
I sense it fruitless
To let the complexities of the cosmos
cause me strain

It does me no good
To give unrelenting effort
to a greed-like god
named “Understanding”

I am to wonder and wander
I am to live and love
I am to dance and ponder
To be free
of what's above

I'm fragile
But I wish I wasn't
My mind breaks down too easily
Panic. Panic.
Can't get no relief

Saw Angkor Wat
And my brother Scott
Snow in Seattle
Ferry boats
Alone

                  Thrown.

Thunder covers the
sound of me whimpering into my pillow.
The earth is crying too.

“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood

I wish I were prettier
I wish I were younger
I wish I were smarter
I wish I was skinnier
I wish I did not have to love with all my heart
I wish someone would love me back
I wish that person would want to keep me and not just use me
I wish I could mean so much to someone
I wish I wasn't alone so **** much