love, i screamed

it is crazy, isn't it, to sit and gush over a cart full of garbage?
is it crazy
to think that a house loves you, because it protects you like no one ever has?
is it mad to try to leave?
or is it the desperation of clarity?
i know we are all mad
but the levels
some seem higher
but look who's advising me
i know those neurons have been misfiring
since that first shot nicked me
and i fell
with a horrified look on my face
but while falling in slow motion
a small smile
because the ground was coming up to meet me

slag

everything is harder than

everyone says

this

and

what they mean

is
that

so

let me run
through this
meadow
one time
chasing rabbits

i need
this

and that
doesn't matter

to

my mother
died
before i was born
which is sad
but still
i don't forgive her