i’ll write this tomorrow
when i’m not holding a cig
when i’ve fallen apart again
why is it
when i’m together
everyone’s scared
but i divide
you could have
so many pieces
you’ve seen birds
like this person
i am
broken up into
hundreds thousands one
& walt wasn’t special
for containing multitudes
you fucking asshole
i’m sorry i didn’t
mean that
i’m not as explosive
as you think i am
just a little more
than you want me to be
& why is it
at this time
there are only two
trees to land in
mattress dungeon 