mark oliver everett told me i was goddamned right it’s a beautiful day

and while i didn’t believe him per say

i did sing along to the bootleg album from paris as i showered

maybe it would come true if i pretended

then the misfits threatened to kill me in the bathroom

so it’s pretty much a toss up

i read more lines that jerked my soul into a spasm this morning

almost last night as i stared at the ceiling

but that unrelenting beauty would have kept me up even longer then the insomnia already had planned

so i drove with a headache and the music far too loud singing along and pretending i was being tossed about in an earthquake that signals imminent destruction

as one does when one is constantly on the brink of disaster

and this beautiful catastrophe is terror on the mind

shaking like a leaf on a branch

lost in spiralling thought