"Maybe the unknown still loves me. Maybe it wants me dead."
Read it aloud and it’s even better.
This poem was delightful! Felt like a carnival for my senses as a reader and writer.
This poem feels like stepping straight into someone’s mind at the exact moment everything gets weird and honest.
There’s this mix of chaos and clarity that somehow makes perfect emotional sense, even when nothing literal does.
The screaming moon, the panthers, the toothbrush it all reads like anxiety trying to joke its way through the day.
I love how the poem keeps shifting between absurdity and something painfully true, like life does on its worst mornings.
The line about the unknown loving him or wanting him dead hits with that uncomfortable honesty we rarely admit out loud.
There’s a strange comfort in the randomness like he’s reminding us that the universe is bizarre and so are we.
The little facts about bananas and whelks feel like someone grabbing at anything real while the world tilts.
And then suddenly he’s talking about the soul, imagination, dandelions breaking through asphalt — and it works.
It feels like he’s trying to make sense of being alive while knowing the answers keep slipping through his fingers.
By the end, that abrupt ending feels exactly right like the poem just drops you where life usually does.
"in the confetti factory of the ant farm of consciousness." Brilliant.
Unsettling knowing a banana is in fact a berry
I wish I got it.
hell yeah. HELL yeah.
I think I need to read this poem over and over to grasp every morsel of it, but I like it!!
A ramble that pulls you along when you want to get off the train, and then you wake up at your station. Satisfied.
Love it 😍
Kind of amazing poem.
Read it aloud and it’s even better.
This poem was delightful! Felt like a carnival for my senses as a reader and writer.
This poem feels like stepping straight into someone’s mind at the exact moment everything gets weird and honest.
There’s this mix of chaos and clarity that somehow makes perfect emotional sense, even when nothing literal does.
The screaming moon, the panthers, the toothbrush it all reads like anxiety trying to joke its way through the day.
I love how the poem keeps shifting between absurdity and something painfully true, like life does on its worst mornings.
The line about the unknown loving him or wanting him dead hits with that uncomfortable honesty we rarely admit out loud.
There’s a strange comfort in the randomness like he’s reminding us that the universe is bizarre and so are we.
The little facts about bananas and whelks feel like someone grabbing at anything real while the world tilts.
And then suddenly he’s talking about the soul, imagination, dandelions breaking through asphalt — and it works.
It feels like he’s trying to make sense of being alive while knowing the answers keep slipping through his fingers.
By the end, that abrupt ending feels exactly right like the poem just drops you where life usually does.
"in the confetti factory of the ant farm of consciousness." Brilliant.
Unsettling knowing a banana is in fact a berry
I wish I got it.
hell yeah. HELL yeah.
I think I need to read this poem over and over to grasp every morsel of it, but I like it!!
A ramble that pulls you along when you want to get off the train, and then you wake up at your station. Satisfied.
Love it 😍
Kind of amazing poem.