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I’m tired

But I can’t shut down

Too much stimulation

Via stillness

My eyes want to close

But the hands of my mind keep them open

They tug from the bottom and push up

Like those rattling security doors stores in malls have

A blanket of metal, a cage

To protect all the holy products

While people sleep on the streets

We give our products better homes than we do people

I can hear the sound of that cell door going up

The wait is over, it’s time to shop

While people still sleep on the streets

Lifeless lolly-gagging

We all do strange things

Like that guy in Chicago proper

Walking down the street with a chicken on his head

The things I have sacrificed, given up

Over shattered heartstrings

They broke like glass

And I just don’t get people

Whose only aim is to hurt others

What do you possibly gain?

Some sick satisfaction?

And now good has become evil

And evil is now good

How are we supposed to function in a society like that?

Take a breath, turn the page

Stars and space

My broken burnt face

Cocktail cockatoos

French bread sword fights

Everything is okay…

These are merely the markings of a madman

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Special thanks to Edge of Humanity Magazine for publishing three of my poems recently: Coffee Shop Rain, The Translucent Wander Pain, and Space Curtain. Please go check them out! Also, a reminder that my new e-book is now available for purchase: The Apocalypse Pipe. The print edition is also now available! Thanks for reading and supporting independent creators.