The Things I Thought about the Most

Words.
I am printed in The New Yorker.
I am on the website www.poetryfoundation.org.
Every body talks about me.
My lines.

My spaces.

My restraint.
My indulgence.
I have entered the minds of every living soul.
They are all afraid of me.
You are afraid.
You do not Want to be reading this.
Buttt...
I am your Lord and Saviour.

...
I am a liar.
I have controlled you and deceived you,
for you know that I am
A God damned human being,
Nothing more.

You see me.
I look like a weird lonely guy.
You hear me.
I make almost no sound,
for I am afraid to. And too.
You smell me.
I have not showered in over 5 days,
but I applied an Ocean Spray deodorant stick.
You feel me.
I should lose some fat,
but you don't care,
for everyone is fat.
Skin is electric,
so please, do not forget that.

Here is the good part with relatable imagery:

The dogs wake up at 6:02 a.m.
It'll be dark
for another 30 minutes.
Mom turns on the TV
before light.

I force myself out
of unconsciousness.

Mom wears a ragged white robe.
When she moves,
she has to tug at the top
to keep it closed.

We talk about sleep,
Sometimes Dreams.

We watch the local News.
Gilmore Girls
Always come to save us.

As Days begin
again, my toes get longer,
my hair gets wetter and cooler,
my Mom
keeps
getting
Older.

My youth has been surpassed.

I think of
death
so often
that darkness,
Clarity,
Senses of fluid, muddy inner flames,
greasy spinal Labia,
are what to do
with my life.

I'm O.K.A.Y.
Occidental
Kaleidoscopic
Anal
Yokel

Starz seem obsessed with recorded fake sex.

I am face to face
with a Fucking xxxxxx (Infinite Brick Wall)

--
As I am typing this "poem"
My Mom just went to bed,
I heard her say something
to herself.
I thought I heard,
"He's too intense."

It is about me.
--

The color Red melts and refines my existence.
I live inside those Girls Online,
Pleasure-obsessed, Speaker and screen addict.

I will meet with a Holy Woman.
We are out at the Springs.
Water cleanses our Sins.

We always go back home.
Clarisa "lives" "in" a cute purple place.
I live black below the depths of everyday thoughts.

I cannot give you an answer.
I feel sorry for every human
Alive.

I know some mistakes I have made.

You will forgive me.

The end of that is.