"pills in themselves"
a poem by tricky ricky
stood up in my chair because i wanted to inspect the ceiling closely.closely as closely as closely as closely as a conscious moth.
ratbirds in a sky dumpster
little village joy melts into a paralyzed loin
paper is free
now let me tell you a story of the time before i died:
they scattered my skin across thatch and left me immobile for ten solid decades
i emerged with scars
my family lived in a glass dome
back then
we'd rented it from a local farmer
he was an abstract man with wild ideas
but his farm wasn't fit for his crops
as they say
