I'm buying time with this plastic wallet.

Put it over my head and whip me around.
**** the low murmur **** the sound.

Take me to the bathroom, tug and pull.
Cut my head off - don't catch a mouth full.

Don't sneak a peak. You're good.
Lumber by swing, cut by wood.

Madness descending- you are real?
Continue to cut continue to peel.

The stench that lifts me off my feet,
****, lining the underneath of finger nails-
a firm handshake with a suit.

Paints my palm black,
I go finger painting on my keyboard.
Stupid remarks, a buzz in my ear.

I breath in the dust of coffee,
fill my lungs with communal light,
bring my face to the back of my skull.

Addicts fill up the floor space.
Aroused to keep by their merits,
they holy few who look only down.

Paint me.
Leave your somber wooden floor.
Move to the chaos.
Paint me.

Meet the trees,
erected in the concrete.
Go mad, grow stupid.
Compare. Compare. Compare.

Hide from the outdoors.
Compare.
Paint the trash.
Slick blacks and browns.

Rats, tweakers, and mud.
Become.
Compare.
Paint me.

Secrets… caught in the attic.
Over our heads, we dread.
Eating the wood crumbs. So somber. So well-done.
Ghost overhead. Munching on our beds.
Help. Hopeless. Dreading the whale. Over and compass.
Threatened by heat-like scales. Cutting us open.
Upon what end. Is this the end? I hope this is. I hope.

This isn't what any of us wanted