If anyone asks, it will be then too late.
I once had paid for that chance.
How naive was I, or how scared.
In any moment I’d sincerely question
whether I’m alone, and eventually didn’t.
In a world where nothing is inconsequential,
I paid for that chance with everything.
And so I am damned if history repeats.
They will strip me of my magic beans.
And this time,
I will have to reverse the earth’s orbit
to get them back.
In the back seat of a cop car.
And the look on my mother
when I ripped her glasses off her face.
And smashed them on the ground.
And told her to go fuck herself.
In the bright of day, in a public park.
Too real for the real world,
inspired by imagination, my
perceptions of bamboozlement
of what indeed was interventional.
Until smalltalk with an officer,
and what I thought would be my gambit
turned out to be four days against my will.
Frying eggs on my forehead,
refusing the crow choo choo training
for my mouth.
When I arrived and I met her I thought,
she must be a crackhead,
my future ex girlfriend,
as I paced the linololim
smashing palm with fist,
demanding they allow me a cigarette.
She thought me the same.
They looked at me like just another day.
They shot me with a tranquilizer.
It took me some time to swallow the crow.
Longer than they would know it.
Before you hand me my oscar.
The right answers sent me home.