my hands shake
as i shave my skull
filled to overflowing
with patches of
oh so prickly
misunderstandings
running occam’s razor
in my haphazard
holistically heuristic
half assed approach
to mental wellness

sometimes the best
of all answers is the
one that carries the
fewest assumptions
while other times
i just want it to be
fucking finished

at least chekhov knew
his gun would have
to be eventually fired
while friar william
vaguely shrugged and
said to figure it out
all by yourself