Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Being Him

Wants to wreck things.
Rip pictures off the wall.
Kick out the windows. 
Run screaming down the hall
that everyone’s an asshole

and should fuck himself
and die. He’s not sure why.
Psychologically he knows
you want to decimate externals
when what’s kicking butt

are the infernally internal
prisons of the mind. Vision
dims to darkness: everything’s
not fine. Today he’s filled up
to the brim with being him.


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