oh this living thing
is is is is i guess
my daily ism
with something tasty
and **** and comfy
schism shmism
i have a vision
about my ism
and this well this

scouring letters
for edges unseen
stacked unclean

oh but i am clean
except for
half of me
that half

living right
up against
the rest
of
what i think
of
as approximately
me

is something else
a pretense
i think
not even you

smoking while
gazing hard
being drama
in your
thoughts

or how
i imagine
your thoughts
in my phony
thoughts
pony
i ride
all day long
like this