"Set me on fire, please."
You knew
That burning was my least desired death
But I'd much rather have an unpreferred way of death
Than an unpreferred way of life.

On some mental shish,
Some hyper bolictime chamber shish,
Working out, unpreferred peripherals.
How quaint thinking hyperbolic thoughts,
Translation, non-medicinal words got me hollering...

"Cacophony cosmic cluster concussions"

Thinking sarcastically recklessly on a regular,
Causing mental anguish when thought of.

Without you
I no longer fight.
Without you
I no longer stand straight.
Without you
I no longer do what's right.
I find I fade while you're away,
Becoming less of myself,
More like I was.

Without you
I wander about.
Without you
I drift free.
Without you
I have doubts.
I sit in my unpreferred solitude
Reliving cherished memories
Through a veil of pain.

Without you
there is no light.
Without you
there is no silver sound.
Without you
there is no day
or night.
The orchids will not bloom,
The owls do not hoot
And the stars skimp
On their twinkling light.

2010

The thing about being cool with everything is that sometimes people will try to chill you into freezing a frame that you've only ever enjoyed in motion.

Ideally, I'd've gone home already.
Done the dishes.
Wished that all of this had never'd happened.

Anyway, I've a feeling that I'll feel ****** tomorrow.
About it.
And this.
Bliss is offset by unpreferred circumstances.

Meanwhile, the Peter Pan version of myself who lives in the back of my head is mockingly bleating like a sheep.