one last one ‘fore psych visit
2025-05-12
what will i even talk about
or why you acting like i ain’t what i think i ain’t and i am something else entirely
do you even know what i am doc
i mean how the fuck could you how could anyone
and i feel like you ain’t taking me seriously enough imma fuck shit up
get yo head out of yo ass and listen to a real one speak
what the fuck am i gonna say to you tomorrow prescribe me something that would hit
that would energize me make me make shit
moon looking extra special today are you speaking to it doc
doc you’re my bridge to commonness
to the common world
where i don’t get to quote anyone to speak
i just be
doc what the fuck is wrong with you doc
what the fuck is wrong with me too
bipolar this dick doc
how do you want to read?
poems can unravel themselves as you read, line by line, at a considered pace — or just sit there, fully visible, like normal.
change this anytime — look for “reading: …” near the top of any poem.