in empty parking lots.

where’s that little piece of invincibility i’ve lost?
the part that made it
impossible to fail;
to feel failure as learning instead of
the end of the world.

used to think i kept these things
tattooed on my heart —
or so it felt —
until the day they disappeared.

of all the things i’ve become
unreported to lost&found
perhaps picked up or just kicked —

of all the things i’ve become to lose,
all the things i’ve given away
in unmarked boxes
left at the side of some road
maybe
thrown out windows of fast moving cars;

i went facefirst no feet to land
on even if i found the floor
before my face did.

early mornings bring alarm clocks & back the thoughts

have you ever found
your mind works better when there’s nothing in it?

today i am cleaning out my head
so full i’m afraid i’ll choke
so instead
pierce a hole above my ear and
overflow it all over the floor
like vomit, flooding irrationality to wet down my carpet red
spray coat the wall in splatters of black & blue as
my yellow yesterdays drip down the windows
skin feels hot from where my insides spilt
all my bad memories burn my arms like my mind

i’m all green & grey & so far from all right

i’ve even shot some on the ceiling, & in the places that i can’t reach without moving the couch
my mind is emptying everywhere but
i’m not worried about the stains

i’ve done this before & i know
the next moment when i wake up
all the mess will recollect
be back neat & naughty
all locked up
surprising me the ability for so much shit to fit
in the space above my shoulders.