i am on a fixed income of mental energy
your pep talks and crowing about suffering being redemptive and strengthening
do nothing for me

the soul is the brain’s shadow
the former shrinks with the latter
despite the light shining on it

i’m an etch-a-sketch
shake my head
and i am new again

no amount of money
can buy platonic touch
from someone you love

we stigmatize people who need treatment
for their pain, anxiety, depression, and ADHD
saying they exhibit drug seeking behavior
we need to reframe this
as peace seeking behavior

left is an industrial press you stand inside of
abortion is the floor
and euthanasia is the ceiling

people who say “what goes around comes around”
are half right
your sins will definitely found you out
but your good will get you nothing

lots of anger and bitterness
is borne out of the constipation of creativity