A wolf following a rabbit, calling it supper/
and I cut my hair with two mirrors, trying to
become a different *****. twin dragons spit
fire on either side of me,
on my very own planet let down. It's hard to
exlain, the purple prose. Born 1 biblio  phile
born 1 science experiment, paper
mache volcano ready to blow. All that & a bag
of chips, you know. Wormhole inside a shed
rigged closed with zip ties ..!
I didn't mean to be the zealot, the neurotic. If
I could just touch anyone I want, if I could just -
snort lines off encyclopedias when I want, I
would know the purest freedom.
There is Utopia somewhere/