like a puzzle
or iron man suit
with sleek
interlocking pieces
i see now
that i write so
i
      can
             see
     myself    
  backward  
and
             forward  
360
the paper is the
reflected glass and
the words a
representation of the state
of the inner self.

word on the street is
this economy is great!

i’m so sincerely sick of
hearing this term that
i actually looked it up.

being rejected
is like being told you
are too expensive for me,
and i cannot afford you.

in general,
life with cats is
extremely peaceful.

then sometimes,
a badass tuba comes
out of nowhere and
let's be honest,
what are you really
prepared to do about that?

part of the problem
could be that to me
imagination is as good as
real life, and so
i don't require
the life, per say.
only the thought of life.

i just voraciously read the
lyrics to
Are You That Somebody,
dying to find out
if he really was that somebody.