fat in paradise.

 

shes’ filled my gut

with

food

&

wine,

my heart with promises

 

and ive grown fat in my paradise.

 

my violet severance

from realtiy

where god did push his finger deep

 

                        into my mind.

 

leaving a vacuum.

 

it seems to be nearing a violent end.

 

the umbilical cord to mother reality

has been reforged

waiting desperately to be cut

once again

by rusty garden shears

bearing the blood

of a thousand wilted roses.

 

my mind is growing

with new knowledge

of new levels

of apathy and exhaustion

 

ive reconnected

with the tangible

 

touched down

on sane soil.

 

if only for to rest a spell.

 

either way,

im not sleeping alone anymore.

and im still pushing

the dead and dying

from test

to test

with nobel prize winning authors

and literary laureates

in my back pocket.

 

things could certainly be worse.

my return to the real world.

like learning how to smile.