Sad Days On Planets I Hate

A poem from Jonny Voss a character from a short story I’m writing on Quora.

Sad days on planets I hate

I’m tuning in to drop out.

I’m just trying to figure how.

My tv keeps calling me.

The radio has a white noise screen.

Ever try to put an unlit cigarette out.

Channels on my iPhone are jumping round.

Of course the cat just laughs at me.

My thumbs and pointing fingers have surround sound.

Stuck ‘em in my ear an figured that out.

I know, I just need to go outside.

It’s even worse the clouds grow and die.

There’s an eeriness to the sun in the fake sky.

I’m turning off the skylight.

I’m just trying to figure why.

The government stole my ID.

My Chinese clone looks better then me.

Ever Pica any lost thoughts to catch a grip.

I should grow a persona mustache.

Cheshire grill made my tongue wag.

Excessively wax gag vampire teeth.

So you can see me from miles illegally.

Bro bizarro in cape an cow suit.

A faded John Wayne shooting neat laser’s at you.

PEW! PEW! PEW!

Author's Note

This was just a poem to have fun with and is not to be taken seriously. Or whatever

Reviews

[Andra Dare]

This is fun and imaginative. It manages to be surreal and gritty at once, and I love how you played with the edges - your character's edges and your readers' edges. It paints an odd, captivating picture, and I like it a lot.

[Jon R.T.]

oh ha-ha yeah i think i wrote this just messing around when board one day about an experience I had on psychedelics.

[Andra Dare]

Impressive!