You asked me once why I was so, you know, like me,
and I gave you some answer meant to have you
drop the subject for a present you could like the view of.
Well, that was a lie, even if it was a convenient one.
The truth is, I’m a child who believes Time to be
something malleable in my head,
and Place to be something that flows out of me.
At any moment, and without warning I’ll ejaculate
out of my thoughts in a force that’s equal in pressure
to the sensation of being 8.
How wild and divine and eternal I feel, each time
I simply run between moments, trying not to
So, to answer your question,
I seem to have this weird kind of way about me,
because being the nutball that I am,
I have to try and remember myself differently all the time,
and it’s getting harder and harder to do this
the better I get at it.