The Suicidal Seer
The suicidal seer says he wasn’t given the choice whether or not to be born
and this violates everything he has ever held true about freedom
he finds himself with a beautiful wife and three chubby glowing boys
who never sleep, never stop talking, never stop dictating his location
the city pulses around him like a wet cocoon thousands of layers deep
birthing wayward people,
human beings who think they know what they are doing
but they clearly have no idea what the hell is going on:
why they are alive, why they have jobs and families,
they are ignorant while the suicidal seer is just confused
his veins swell, an anxious, pulsating soft helmet
slowly squeezing him to a merciful death
and an easy answer to all his useless questions
Wiggle Room
I’m not mastering anything
or pretending that I haven’t mastered everything
in this wiggly space
opinions are as real and disposable as skin
music appears and vanishes
after spinning the loop into your ear
and laying an egg on your brain
growing ghost guitars in your garden
your feet may follow
