an extraordinarily intermediate trip
become bite size hazy
mist enters along bottom
soft orange pink and blue
but maybe mostly green
more mint green – not neon
sitting still then
starts to glide to
slow – quick space
lie very stationary
feel the ants rise
above the ground
and into hand next
to burned mouth
don’t worry they
won’t hurt right
away – that
takes awhile
close the sockets
that hold eyes in
feel the emotionlessness
vibrate teeth nose knuckles
ya know how pins do
or lines turned to runny –
away! that favorite place
sink below the belt of
upholstery with crispy
leftovers attached to
cotton mouth messes
people hate that
lifeless happiness
ping of codependent
debts circling
some kind of blow
jobs and carjacking
waking up is a bitch. and so is the alaskan cold.
but the money wife and responsibility is pleasant.