People are fucking obsessed with their horns.

BEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEP!

As if their noise is going to unclog

the highway arteries

and get things flowing freely again.

It’s not.

Pathways are filled with heart disease,

Sludge that abuses its right to operate

a machine that honks.

Rushing to wait, hoping

a cacophony will bring peace....

Rage can blind and I am no exception

Begging for eyes to see the truth: you’re fucked.

My angry actions skew their perceptions.

In the end, darkness is exposed by light

But in the shadows, rearrangements made

Flowers wilt and the days can look like night...

The coldest winter I had ever spent

was the summer I stayed with you

on a pullout couch that you called your bed

in a room in an apartment

of a family of four

Both of us could take me or leave me

But it was comfortable...

Always.

I’ll love you, hard.

Only a call away,

I’ll come to wherever you are.

Always....

“How did I get here?”

The matchbox car groaned.

It turned to see thin walls

painted with blood.

“My lining, it’s bleeding.”

Anus scowled, crimson-coated words

fell like hard rain causing

the operator to have nausea.

The matchbox car rolled its eyes,

revved its engine, infectious.

“I can’t believe I got put into an asshole again.”...

A monster lives behind my heart wall.

It’s mean, it’s mad, it’s ten feet tall.

My organ pumps and bleeds,

It’s sick, it’s tired, it pleads.

But the beast comes in like a wrecking ball....

The pressure is on, and you must decide

To double down or hit

Stand with no insurance, or lay down and die

While everyone splits

Without a second thought, you bet all your chips

Embrace love, abandon your wit....

Fictitious, magic

Constructed in a sick head

History repeats

More than humankind

Schizophrenia power

Wind beneath torn wings

Clouds that are azure

Horizons that don’t exist

Skies are cocaine lines...

It had been a few days

since I snapped out of my yearlong

catatonic state. Frozen, eyes fixed

on an avocado colored wall that had turned gray. Not completely thawed, a little freezer burnt, but soft enough to eat—I traipsed outside and was bombarded by the sun—frisky, cancerous, and as self-aware as a child. It missed me so much, it nearly killed me....

Jitterbugs in June

Counting fibs on your fingers

3, 2, 1…cease lies

This is a haiku, so I’m writing these words to simply get the 25 word requirement in....