Catching up

to where

my feet

were left

and my legs

remain collapsed-

my body 

doesn’t seem real 

just a lump

on the pavement 

wobbling to the

beat of the



Something to Pass

We liked the same things 

I remember now

We liked the same things and conversation flowed for hours

I caught you looking 

You were looking at me and then panicking 

We liked the same things 

I think that helped 

We were one

or came from the same


And I remember 

I remember I felt sick

I was sick and you were staring and your eyes seemed to swirl their way into mine


My eyes

Your eyes

where do they end?

We liked the same things 

We saw the same things 

and the rest didn’t seem to make sense

but that was okay. 

Where We Go

I was told to get

a ‘real’ job

when my ‘real’ job

didn’t seem to fit

the description of

what they called 

a ‘reality’. 


it is alien to

stay inside all day

and apparently 

it is even weirder 

to stay inside all day and write. 

Perhaps I’m an alien 

but they didn’t like that

so I guess

I wasn’t an alien 

or at least not to them. 

I was useless 

I was wasting my time

but time to them

wasn’t the issue

it was the boldness 

in which I did


it frightened them

how I managed to

do what I loved 

and somehow 


I somehow survived

for a few months

I didn’t really need

a lot 

but they needed 

everything and they

needed to feel 


and that’s the- 

the expectations had risen 

and the expectations

we’re expecting me

to fit


and I refused 

to fit 


and so

they put me 


and I quite liked it