©2023 michael raven

i ache to have someone
pull me kicking, shrieking
out of my rice paper box
make my mind stutter
shudder, and drift away
like gunsmoke on the
high desert plains
one question to make
my brain burn charred
to cinder until there is
nothing left upstairs
a string of words that
mindfucks me, leaves
me wasted, exhausted
drawn into thoughts
i have not considered