what you doing?
don't trip ;
that acid won't make you glad
any more than anything else could.
it smells clean in my room, or maybe just compared to
your long-haired sheets and smell of doubt.
i haven't seen the clouds in so many days.
i must come out!
look at all these pictures,
i wrote you so many letters.
why haven't you written back?
take that back.
retract your hand and take a few steps back.
this room is filled with ten thousand people
and your words float above their heads,
like an eagle passing by that lost all its feathers,
like a mother whose child was taken by the sky,
like the last leaf of summer,
trickling down,
d o w n
o
w
n
.
look at me, i'm still crazy.
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