thekaaron

but saturday night i wanted to offend god into listening to just one line- needed to drag someone into hearing the roar between my ears with me. i'd like to write something you can put music to- lyrical and pretty. funny. maybe irreverent. but today what is most real to me is not laughter. it is feeling short of breath. empty of poetic language. unfunny. too long for a limerick. unsuited to sonnets. musical only in the slamming of my heart.  an erratic beat at best. endings. comparing crises of the mind to someone throwing up in the bathroom after too much beer pong and hard rock- both are shameful to repeat in therapy and i feel like i c