for posterity’s sake

it’s a crazy crazy crazy place, this place inside my head.

irrational thoughts like that and this and this and that
trickle up my spine like rabbits
and i pick at the leftovers fallen on my floor
while snakes clean out my cabinets and sweat-soaked pandas
spread their furry legs across my table.

i am not kidding.

my apartment is over-run with
    sea creatures
tiny spiders who don’t understand  my jokes
  a big-mouthed horse who uses up all my hot water in the morning and
doesn’t apologize
an ancient colony of ants that eat each other when they’re bored
and i’ve got a one-finned dolphin named betty lou who won’t even let
me channel surf.

but on the other side there’s

a big sister beating a baby doll and a sort of half-
woman running sixteen miles and a man in suit ignoring a man in rags
and the president of x is bombing the country y and a mac is
giving a dell the bird and pills are being drunk and drinks are being
popped and it’s all so very romantic and ordinary and the alarm clocks
sound all the same to all of the zombies and chicken just tastes like
chicken and when the 4th of july rolls around we salute a forgotten
spirit and woody allen laughs as he proudly enters the
body of an under-aged adopted vietnamese girl and people yell “hooray”
for homewreckers and narcissists because they’re beautiful and there’s
still a hole in new york city and if you whisper “fire” loud enough a
litter of kittens will answer.

now now now that place is a mighty fucked up place as far as places go

and i prefer the space inside my own place to the place outside my
space where everyone else must live and think and die and eat and
carry on and on and on.