i haven't felt inspired for weeks
i'm afraid i'll scream and embarrass everyone
and myself
i never wanted to be
a human being

this is a letter of warning
against the flooding rivers of my soul
i will wash over you at tea
in the backyard like a bullet
or an airplane

salute me
i don't care how
lend me your dreams
your conscious
your slow deliberate drumbeat heart
lend me your spoke blisters
your attempts at suicide
your mind
in all directions of space