I’m having a hard time
recovering (from)
my _____hood
still kicking
myself behind the curtain
still listening
to the ocean in
a pillow
and the traffic
_____hood is not
enlightenment
is not the reward
wandering the nature
of reality
hasn’t made me happy
I just thought
I’d be God
by now
pull the cover up
over my memories
of lives not lived
grand vague intentions standing
on what suffering amounts to
not hunger and thirst and shelter
but the agonies of time and space
I’m pulling out
the issue from
my shadow bag
spreading the situations we
lay down together and
get warm to the idea
I have every face
of every day to look
back in the eyes of
