usual, run of the mill individualist.

the leaves on the sidewalk
were reduced to an organic
pulp of chlorophyll and cellulose
under the soles of passersby
who didn't even notice
how the ceaseless precipitation
had leeched out the pigments
from these lifeless cells
creating smears of
****** burgundy
that colored the sidewalk
like a toddler with chalk.

sometimes
i pay for
stuff with
change just to
see the horror
on the cashier's
face.

sometimes the fortress around one's heart
isn't there to keep someone out
but rather,
it's there to keep something in.

something so great,
that if let loose,
it will eat you alive.

idiosyncrasy is synonymous with idiotic
while dc is now despotic and chaotic.
personality is peculiar, exotic.
sinful to be ****** or
slip yourself a narcotic.
the world is robotic,
i am astronautic,
i am quixotic,
the smoke is hypnotic,
and i find all of this quite strange.