delusion

I kick more game than soccer.

a.m.

Today I like 6:25 am.
I like suns rising and garbage trucks fighting with themselves, metal grinding metal like an old married couple, shrill shrieking and low grumbling.
I like ocean hissing and the first noises that slice open a quiet night.
I like a new day to make all the same mistakes.
I like disorientation and intoxication, rolling joints with shaking fingers and sealing them with spit.
I like being afraid and feeling alone, but knowing that I have a safety net, thick ropes woven of years and blood and generations.
I like being numb and feeling too much.
I like breathing plantlife comfort, inhale to delete, exhale to revise.
I like today, cracked open and splattering like eggs and morning and THIS IS YOUR (my) BRAIN ON DRUGS.


This origami dream is beautiful,
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
put the pieces back together my way
Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the post
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts
Pocket full of pennies, and a soul gone tilt
Cockpit full of memories and a dream full of guilt
~ aesop rock, not me.