to this night

look through the hole in your head,

see the clouds there.

do you wonder what a thunderstorm feels like

--to be tossed about in

the electric tumult.

walk home

singing

too-loo-rye-aye

come on eileen

too-loo-rye-aye.

I am wrapped up in chords

my chargers wrapped around my arms

my eyes bloodshot staring at a screen

completely

at the mercy

of these machines

that might show your name

how do i say anything
at this juncture
the crux of our lives
doesn't hinge on this
cage the elephant
can say it for me
'thank you
happy birthday'

rtge poem ws edlkbow

bhaopp;y
thedn szad

whatever, hormones
today I will feel the least feminine/
the most attractive
for the whole month combined
regardless of anything biological and
cut sleeves off t-shirts and wear
baggy jeans and eyeliner and this
asexual haircut
which makes me feel
so alien--
androgynous and confusing
to everyone
but itself

this is what attempting to write papers on the Bible at 1:00 in the morning looks like

phillipians

philipppians

phillippians

philipoiosanass

help me Jesus