but i do not possess elegent words
that swirl like ink on expensive papers
and i won't try to pretend i'm a cheap copy,
mueseum gift shop brand of the constitution.

i've only got
my chicken scratch sentences
formed into organic shapes
pasted up with dripping glue

don't do well with time limits -
be packed to leave at 10 am sharp
my im oh missing my
BASIC NEEDS
i have clothes and company
(and of course everyone assumes that's what's best,)
but i NEED cold air and solitude
gradually grasping at hints of these,
but nothing fills my stomach
like being in my empty room
with the fan on

*((leave me the **** alone))

i don't write poetry
what am i doing
i could say the same for my being
feeling at home neither here nor there -
I DON'T WANT TO SOUND SILLY
skin cells scream

head against concrete
my actions personify,
and whisper in your ear to beat me ******
- you don't usually get the message