11/23/18 1240Pm
a message from the little
green man who sits
in the darkest slum of my mind:
you ought to remember
every small trauma
you inflicted upon yourself
from now since birth
and stare at a blank room
instead of sleeping
your mind is rotting
if i have to make it so
then i will clutch every open circuit
and drain what little is left
in the batteries
now count the sheep jumping
over every forlorn love and
deep sorrow you’ve buried
in search of a better person
out there or in here with me
and most of all, you remind
yourself of every busted
soul you’ve met and worse yet
don’t ever sleep just write about it