The moon? Like a spotlight through the empty lines of
my bedroom blinds.
An orange dog below and snoring
with a black nose.
Shoes beside him, a flower purse, a brown backpack, and a white bear
with a red bow.
In a mug I picked myself, a cactus, low sand, and pebbles of SanDiego-beside upright and laid down books atop a chest of knobs made to look like a Christmas tree.
TODAY, the calendar says.
TOMORROW, the calendar says.
Where's TONIGHT? I ask.

There's a razor beside the bed
It's pink
It's electric

The walls are gray
The walls are gray
The walls are gray
The curtain is white
And the walls are gray

Static is my vision
The walls are gray and static
The razor is pink and electric

There is no wind
There is no light
Warmth of body does not ignite

If the bed is white then what is I?
What is she?

If the walls are gray
And curtain is white
Razor, pink, electric, shines
Then what is I?
Then what is I?

Why do I flood with molten rage?
This pressure in my temples,
Beside my green eyes
Which also burn,
Is like a dragging down of metal
From head to toe
And back up again.

Why do I squeeze tight?
Why do I stop squeezing?
And for ****'s sake,
Why don't I take something?

Because you're too good for it,
My inner selves say,
Because you're better off.

Well, *******,
Cause you don't know
A single thing!
Maybe you're the cause
Of my ******* distress.
Stop talking, I say,
Stop talking!
Let me rest.

When the floor falls, let me with it
Sure, I'll go-
Step on the circles.
Did you see the circles? No?
Good, they're hideous.
Don't even look.

It's a rigid design,
Like everything else,
Of solid spheres
And pointed peaks
For triangles and squares.

The background?
Purple.
And worn.
Like the people who step
And tremble
And stomp.

Oh, me?
I'm just walkin'
Along my merry way.
Yes, I did have a horrible day.
Yes, these floors do creak.
No, I don't want a smile
From you or anyone else.

So, yes, I'll break the streak
Make that creak a crash
Only for a second, though,
Would it last.

Pound, pound, pound I do
And love
With my feet.
Until I hear a pop and
There I drop.

What's that, you ask?
I didn't hear,
I'm below the surface of ears
And eyes and lights and
Yes, your voice,
Your voice that asks again.

What was it that you said?
Shout louder, I say,
Shout Loud
And bury myself deep within
The purple rags and dusty boards
When this one reaches far,
"Hi! How are you?