defectivejunk

the way out is millimeters away in a direction that is neither up nor down nor left or right in a place where both real and imaginary are real and make sense and make you search for a way out in a direction that is neither in nor out nor north or south and I’ve been searching for that direction towards your belly for years in the middle of the torus which is where you are right now so I guess you have to stay for just a while longer but for me and me with my negative energy I finally found the exit sign - don't bother searching when I’m gone because the only sign you will have is the me cone of the future will never exist and you’ll only see me leaving towards the past and really if you want to know the truths the only sign you’ll have is that you won’t ever remember me again and you won’t even realize - after singularities reprise and after temperature dies –

our lives would have made me human,

but escape can make us gods

they say small minds talk about other people
and great minds talk only of ideas

what kind of mind do you have
when you never

talk







at all

requiem for a fever dream

suddenly it doesn't make any sense

what once was bright
is perfectly shady

it was still all just about a lady

but which one I don't remember

remember kind of rhymes with December
but I didn't have a breakdown in December
in fact when it was I don't remember

I guess it happened yesterday
and sometime in the month of May
and again every day June and July
but August's the month dominated by
ridiculous reality and I guess I know why
I tried to forget it, forget it I'll try

Once I was bright,
but now I'm perfectly shady

and my grief is all about
some nonexistent lady

so

I bought a bottle earlier,
the stitches undone
it's the perfect setting -
the setting of the sun