i see the
genetic sickness
in the mirror of my actions
poor progeny
we
just can’t help
the depression
the addiction
cyclical insanity
a poverty perpetuated through a lack
of self awareness
you wouldn’t recognize happy
if it were blowing you
i am the product
of oblivion
we have given
birth
to
dysfunction
itself
agony is more plentiful than love
the earth is a grease trap
i make origami
weapons
for defense against
futile feudal lords
not a single fuck given
3 replies on “planting tulips in a black hole”
“You wouldn’t recognize happy if it were blowing you.” <3 Epic.
Thanks, Meg. My favorite line too. I laughed aloud as I wrote it.
I want that on a tshirt. Copyright that phrase.