some days i wake up,
walk outside, take a drive
and it feels like i am seeing
the world for the first time
some days i have no control
over myself; i am ruled
by my sideburns
some days end
before they begin
some days i am neither
happy or sad, a neutrality
that bothers people into a
confusion of their own feelings
some days i don’t want to wake up,
but then i see the sun did it again,
so i figure i can too
some days forget to
drink coffee before starting
some days i feel God
in each of my cells and
his sweet cherubs in my chest
and Lucifer in my grin
some days i can’t
trust myself
some days my mind
makes movies of my body
like a life foreign to the one i know
some days i can’t pretend
i’m fit for today’s society
some days i am a puzzle
which is unsolvable because
the final piece has been
dipped in milk
some days i dream
with my eyes wide open
some days i am walking
with banana peels as feet
some days i feel as if
i’m made of diamonds
and breathe pure light
some days i fall in love
with everyone i see
some days i wish
they would drop
the atom bomb already
some days i make
pornos in my mind
some days i am a
ghost in public places
some days i want to cry
but my body denies
some days i can’t get
a good breath in
with all the beauty
crowding the atmosphere
some days everything
tastes like candy
some days i lock my name
in the attic and
only speak with my eyes
some days i think
i’ll never die, then
i think myself silly
some days i wish
i were my dog
some days i awake in the morning
and almost burst because
i know that all days
are sublime
even when i don’t see it
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