All My Sleeps

might
[psychosis over white]
all of those memories
turned over into territories
of the forbidden
the house is ridden of the live mice
they crawl inside
the places old boyfriends hide

let them have the chaos
them them be sea-tossed
dried salted lips,
hung by the neck
with an albatross

just give me an easy life
why won't every single thing be easy?
why do I have to turn on my brain
to fix the same problem over
again?

where are the luscious baskets
of young boys for my endless fantasy parade
when my soul is so ugly
like fruit that never ripens
truth in your life
needs a stipend
to even exist at all

in all of my dreams
in all of these dreams
there was never one so
dishonest-but who deserved the sea