Sep 23, 2016
In Oregon
The thoughts become fantastical
I am someone else somehow
Drinking much too much coffee
not good for me.
I should have packed a scarf
But I’m always saying should’s
And when did everything become so life or death for me?
Even the redness in my eyes is tragic.
Synonym: stoned, most definitely. Desperate, absolutely.
Coo-coo-ca-chew Mr. Walrus man. Would you like to meet me?
My skin is not the softest, and tusks I’ve got but you could greet me.
Or run and hide.
I’m CRAZY ANYWAYS.
