im confused
when i think
of the flicker
of my existence
when i think
about how i've
treated it like a joke
like something that comes around
revolving in the ends of bicycle spokes
when i think
good things come
to those who wait
and not those who take
when i think
all is fair in love
despite the fact
that every dosage quickly dissolves
and divorces
it's original qualities
when i think
nothing is quite as it seems
when every surface
conceals denser meanings
when i think
smoke is a sign
that homes are burning
places that i once loved
are changing.