From a Little Black Book

i dont know who.....

.....who lives in here too

.....who drives like i do

but without proof

wants to play "being me"

because it sucks and no one likes me

.....who

....who

.....WHO???

is there and never goes away?

just absorb or take or inhale

what you think you need and just go....

...trust me, by now

the far side of the moon

isn't nearly far enough away.

And when I front my back I'll expect a lot of hushed cries

they didnt intend chastising like mine.

the craters on my brain

put their insults to shame.