Will I succeed, do well?
Shall I excel?
AM I DOING THIS RIGHT?
And the Wind says, “yes,” while the Waves say, “no.”
There is trees and there’s mountains
I’m going up UP uP Up
A hungry belly, ache behind eyes
Only to fall down DOWN doWn DowN
Clouds in the sky, puffy like pipe-smoke
Thousands of people I see in a day, but don’t talk to; how many of them will show up in my dreams tonight?
My tongue is inside my mouth, I feel it laying there, just as lazy and lethargic as tongues tend to be.
What about the 10 human beings that I did talk to today? Where do they stand in the grand scheme of this? Best friend? Boyfriend? Aunt? Uncle? Benefactor? Person.
Colors: red, orange, yellow, pink, fuschia, green-blue, black.
I know that I’ll belong
An orgasmic cacophony of sights smells boredom;