menticanic

a racing mind
can’t excelerate
without a course
to ride on.

the oil spots
leak down
through
your veins

pollute and
inflame
the muscles
with stress.

the cars
must be
put away
sometime.

clear the roads,
wash the
state of them.

sit in
the absence,
and breathe.

“Sorry, I Do Not Know What I’m Doing”

I was
unknowingly
waterlogging
this plant.

The
tendency
to suffocate
in place of
nurturing

comes
naturally
to me.

when it
arrived,

i sat it in
direct sunlight

causing
it’s leaves
to dry out,

brittle,

and
fall off.

i stuck those
dead parts
under it’s
living ones,

so they
could lay
together.

“maybe,
this
Could be
good for you,”

i bet it.

i went to
water it
again today,

but I
found it
[already]
swimming

in my excess
attention.

to change
my ways

i gathered
it’s dead,

lifted inner
plastic shell
from
ceramic vase;

freeing it
to breathe
again

from my
overcompensated
attempts at love,

and apologized.

i don’t know, man

i am
a big man
and i say,

“you can’t,”

“i cared
about you,”

and,

no one
else
will.”

“i am a
messy
man”

and
“i’d like to
fix you.”

“i’d like you
to sit
with me,”

and
id like you
to,

“pretend
for me.”

i am a
needy
man;

I will
use you.

i will
convince
you,

and
i will
abuse
you.

ventriloquism
emotion,

watch me
feed on
the empathy.

i am
a snake
of a man,

i’ll
exhaust you.

release
my skin
of you;

unhinging
this jaw
for
new prey.

shell of
a man,

i preoccupy.

hollow man
plastered over,

screaming treason
at those closest.

“i am an
angry man,”

i will
destroy
You;

shattering
self-meaning.

“i am a
scared man.”

i
will
need you.

“you
will not
be
there,

and
i cannot
blame you.”