writing in black ink,
dressed in a black shirt,
black coat, black hat.
blue jeans, gray shoes.
all while you snap at your girl.
you tell her “leave me alone”.
you find solace in other character’s sexual compulsions
so long as it doesn’t compromise your romantic path.
all so you can try to sleep with a hurt back,
without freaking out.
i’m in over my head,
i’ve got it cut out for me.
maybe i’ve done things people will remember,
even if i don’t.
can only sit still for so long.
i couldn’t fantasize,
but found an escape in my sleep.
there’s always been a thick glass dome over this city.
our planet’s rotating around a small star,
concealed in a snow globe, on a work desk.
this is the universe in a nutshell.
handwritten december 13/14 of 2012