I tried
going out my window, that is. Second story.
but there's somebody in the kitchen
I would like to sit on my roof to just gaze at the stars and such to think, even sleep. I think my legs are long enough now.

I thought I had problems. Real problems.
But no, i'm just another american with their petty problems.
I hate having to see that there is something worse out there. that whatever is worse, they have nothing to look down upon.
I think if we all looked up, everyone and everything, there would be no power, or war, or psychological syndromes.

I apologize for not being able to understand
I apologize for feeling this emotion that is long sought out for.
But what truly counts is the apostrophe
and the space between the words.
because 'imsorry' doesn't exist.

when there is so much to say,
we tend to hush our voices.
we anticipate the other to carefully pry our skulls off
and read our thoughts instead.
we writhe and cry
their eyes scan and burn
you are going too far!
(seven thousand, nine hundred and ninety eight, seven thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine)
mouths hang open--
we must look in.
suspended now,
in the darkness of a hollow throat.