peter jerrim

today

all my thought bubbles are in purple uppercase

panko

my speech to myself is piss on the mirror

my eyeballs go click click i’ll have to reprogram them but

the ease in my body is sumptuous as a calm sunrise (relatively

speaking, and seen from a great distance,

the sun is always calm but it doesn’t always beam because everything

is a backdrop for mood like you didn’t expect it to come

from a quiet voice like the sun’s

unitary thought equation, because

all my feelings are, well, cogent as sunrise

and my speech speeds its reverse)

how can i leave anything i feel to experience

?

so…

a military extraction is inevitable in this

first moment of the day