I’m lost in the multitudes of thought
concerning things seemingly ignored
by most people
Maybe I’m biased towards those
who share the yoke of chronic pain
waking up wondering if they’re a dumpster
fire or a multi-dimensional dumpster phoenix
reborn in the image of a vessel
without a check engine light
I might laugh at myself on days
where I can’t remember how to move
trying to prove to the universe
that I can play through the agony
of actually calling it anarchy or just
another random limp I have to walk off
rub some dirt on it change socks
drink a glass of water
go for a walk but not too far
if it’s cold outside providing I
actually dress for the weather
**** I forgot my hat and that
reminds me of an old Danish song
sung in the winter for the children
if they forget their hats, they might die
Am I going to die out here
in Willamette Valley rain and then
some poor ******* will knock on my door
and explain to my wife how stupid
the whole situation is
It’s weird being a dice roll from dying
and relying on your love to get you
through the days when taking a ****
is an act of ******* congress
I confess, it’s hard for me to fathom
that out of random chance I have
love in my life enough to know I won’t
die alone while making me simultaneously
never want to die at all
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC
I’m lost in the multitudes of thought
concerning things seemingly ignored
by most people
Maybe I’m biased towards those
who share the yoke of chronic pain
waking up wondering if they’re a dumpster
fire or a multi-dimensional dumpster phoenix
reborn in the image of a vessel
without a check engine light
I might laugh at myself on days
where I can’t remember how to move
trying to prove to the universe
that I can play through the agony
of actually calling it anarchy or just
another random limp I have to walk off
rub some dirt on it change socks
drink a glass of water
go for a walk but not too far
if it’s cold outside providing I
actually dress for the weather
**** I forgot my hat and that
reminds me of an old Danish song
sung in the winter for the children
if they forget their hats, they might die
Am I going to die out here
in Willamette Valley rain and then
some poor ******* will knock on my door
and explain to my wife how stupid
the whole situation is
It’s weird being a dice roll from dying
and relying on your love to get you
through the days when taking a ****
is an act of ******* congress
I confess, it’s hard for me to fathom
that out of random chance I have
love in my life enough to know I won’t
die alone while making me simultaneously
never want to die at all
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