Psychosis

one day you might

wake     up

& realize it's all a    lie

you might not know

what to feel     or

the way in which to feel

your feelings

one day you might

stay     asleep

forever and ever and ever &

there will be a knock

on the     door

  (at the same time)

he says 'hello'

& you nod agreeably

you are such a good little boy

as the both of us meander

down these skeleton stairs

and put things in

the ovens

the dryer machine

or anything that fits

into something     bigger

everywhere we go,

it seems the footprints

are always a step

ahead &

we talk about

being overstimulated

and under an influence

he says 'I don't like sex,

it's dirty and unconventional

and I think it's time I

find a girl who

knows     my     heart

'cause whenever I find a shelf,

I always find a teapot

to put on it

'forget that for now'

I say,

'remember the days

in those torn up summers

where the crickets made it seem

as if all the problems

had suddenly dissolved

into a vivid ether of imagination'?

& now its a bunch of shapes

glued together by a first grader

with no purpose other than

to make sense of it