take on me, take me

take me to the moon and

tack, to the twisted,

twisted carry-out diamonds

and cracker-jacks, twisted

twisted orange-handled scissors

tater-tot casserole

Ciao Mein Noodles

Macaroni and Cheese

#2 Meal

Pad Thai

Surprise In The Box

(you just made an ass out

of you and yourself)

I was never one

Of the pack.

I was a lone

Wolf keeping track

With a herd

Of elephants

I was never very good

At joining the sycophants

Myopic banality

They never see past

The cult of personality

In their common repast

Healthy cynicism

Use some

Healthy criticism

Wherever I roam

This

is the

day to gain

control over

yourself, and listen

to me speaking, without

interrupting me, shutting

me down and silencing my words.

You are not that important, nor am I

But let me have this moment, for my sake.

"I would rather that you remember me as a cappuccino on a snowy morning. When you're curled up in your chair by the window, watching the fat snowflakes dance to the asphalt, a book of Poe's poetry sprawled open on your lap next to your own leather journal marked with lipstick and inky fingerprints, and your morning coffee pressed to your sweet smile. Remember me when the foam sticks to your upper lip, and makes you laugh quietly to yourself knowing I would take the opportunity to kiss you and make you mine in that very chair with the curtains wide open to the city streets below. Remember me as your morning coffee, with a little baileys just for fun, and I'll be home before you know it."

Unadapted creatures eating dust plates

Freefalling deeply through waterfalls

Handless magician in wonders

Blindfolded warping machines

Dry fishes in waters

Covered in sinewaves

Common mistake

High bidders

For you

No.

The blistering sun sucks the life

out of elderly lawns, 

changes the energy to radiate 

from driveways and my mother's nagging mouth.

But where am I? 

Sleeping away my youth. 

I left my consciousness

In the sixth dimension

My soul has left

For a better place

While the rest of me

Is in the third.

Here I wander and meander

Aimlessly going through the days.

At times however

In a deep part of my mind

Locked in a cage of forbidden thoughts

Something calls out

Begging to be freed

"What Am I?"

It yells from behind mental bars

As a lay awake

Devoid of any sleepiness.

What am I doing?

What is my reason for being?

What is life?

Am I just meant to exist

Without being anything more than

Insignificant?

After all, I'm just me.

How could I ever answer my questions?

I am no god.

I am no higher being.

I'm just me.

My body finally goes to rest

In the physical plane.

My soul

My consciousness

They're doing other things

In other planes of existence.

Perhaps they hold the secrets and answers

To my existential crisis.

What are they doing exactly?

I don't know.

I'm just me after all.

Mirrorlike sages

burning bridges

dissolving churches

building builders

with coin tails

and fast paces

past erasers

cosmic fighters

firestarters

collapsing stages

of easygoing performers

truth enhancers

connection engineers

non-human talkers

esperanto whisperers

blackened waiters

darkened waters

dampened noises

bleeding colors

painting nurses

with healing noises

oh those fuckers look just like us.

Screeching tires

with backfires

looking flawless

seedless vampires

biting canines

spiting waterfalls

in deep forests

hiring fairy labourers

and centipedes

as construction workers

for train stations

for their next invations

for their rising nations

of mirrorlike soldiers

with arithmetic gestures

in their faceless conventions

of guarding constellations

from human hands

trying handstands

in moon rocks

with blisters in wisdom eyes

blinding sights

stocking lights

in railways tracks

carrying sacks

filled with bats

and rats

and venomous critters

but oh, those fuckers look just like us.