To Begin

To begin.

Lets start with the margins.

of this journal like the margins of my mind.

A few wispy words

a floating doodle

but mostly empty outskirts

Go in a little deeper

breaking the surface

just waking thoughts and physical human needs

To begin I see you

I smile, to let you know I hear you.

My chin peels

Flakes

Every week

to let you know I feel you

My car smells rotten

old and mildewy

Cluttered with discarded shoes

bottle caps

and dirty clothes

It smells like my insides

which want to get out

Ditch me

and just leave

My thoughts are static

crackling between my ears

Nothing makes sense

Discombobulated

Even this poem

Choppy and pieced together

We're a Frankenstein

I feel like I visited the circus

Once

A long time ago

and the clown shot me instead of himself from the cannon.

And were up

Way up

Wisping in the outskirts

And I have never yet come down.

To begin

I'm not myself.