my favorite method

of meditation

for when I have made

a decision

I can’t go back on

is to rest

my 5000 watt

bumping hangover

on the edge

of a table

with my eyes closed

for five minutes

illustrating the sensation

of the table tipping

from the weight of it

periodically slurping

Tomato Bisque Soup.

I can’t focus on

the expected intervals

of the world’s

mannerisms

I have begun to

emulate myself

I can’t focus on what

is being projected

in my direction

astrally by

the assholes

of my community

I just let my mind

somersault over to

unlevelled playing fields

stairwells leading into

depths of downward design

hazy profiles of confidantes

and celebrities

circling around me

until I lose my footing

to the reason why

bubblewrap was invented.

and it’s dark

even with these faces

and it is dark

even with the idea

of travelling to far off destinations

and it all smells

of the scent of

Tomato Bisque Soup.

I come to

at ease

with energy

anxious to leave

so that I can go

HOME

and fuck myself harder

than I have ever been fucked

knowing no matter how bad

any of it gets

I am what’s best

for me.