goblins

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