Stream of Consciousness
Lately I’ve been wondering
If I could put a tap in my brain
Not the kind that gets you high, permanently–
Silly!–
But the kind you use for maple trees
To collect, accumulate
Make a syrup sweeter than the bees
I want to stick the tap
Into my head
And let the thoughts flow out
A stream of “consciousness”
If conscious is the state I’m in
I feel like I’ve been awake
For 700 consecutive days
I am awake when I’m asleep
Living those recurring dreams
Forget REM, I can’t risk it
Floating high to keep the dreams at bay
God, I love bay leaves
I wish they were the taste of weed
Weed, as it is, tastes kind of meh
I like it, but like
Meh.
Its medicinal, i ‘spose
Recreational is how it’s used the most
Should be legal. Alcohol? I dunno
I think that rape should be illegal
Is it? Really?
Where’s the proof ?
I don’t even feel safe under
My own roof
I had a room of my own
And I gave it to her
Then I gave it to her
Then I gave it to them
Now I share it with her
I no longer seek my own room
I am seeking space, shared
A community garden
Decades of roots
Cycling the soil and composting
Truth! Hah, right
You almost forgot this was a poem
You almost thought that the words
Had a pattern
But they don’t, until they do
What else could I do to prove
How heartbroken I am
Over years of abuse
Compiling and compressing
The quality is depressing
I just want the world to be at peace
I don’t think that can happen
It’s making me depressed
What a self-important cunt, I am
To think that this is my problem
So be it I can’t help it
Y’all are fucking depressing
I want to bake the world a pan of dressing
The way my aunt used to for thanksgiving
Three different trays, one for “vegetarians”
I have no idea why that one was there
No one was ever a vegetarian
It was just the tray that was easiest to eat
The least filling
That way we could start with stuffing
And still have room
For the “good stuffing”
Hah omg
All the stuffing is good
This broadcast is being briefly interrupted to bring you and urgent message–
Men are disgusting.
I wish that someone would shame their eating
The way my entire being
Has been shamed
My whole life
I kind of want to be a dominatrix?
I worry I’d get carried away
And punish some selfish dickbitch
And get arrested
Right ?
Just what I said right there
Is enough for most guys to want to put
A bullet in my head
Fucking like you’d even know
God will judge you for the way you treated me
I called her last weekend,
She’s got a thing for soft butches
Oh, and toe tickles
So,
Talk to me like the threat I am
Talk to me like I’m God’s favorite little toy,
A voluptuous whore sucking on her toes
If god made us her carriers,
What do you think she will think of you
If you mistreated us?
Aren’t you afraid of her?
That’s what you scream at us
To be afraid of god, to put your trust in her
I’m sick of this, I’m worried and I’m anxious
There is no god, there are no laws
There is no code and I couldn’t crack it
If I tried
I want to quit, I am an
Angry wallowing tar pit
When the volcano dies down,
I die with it.
Now the thoughts have been released
The pressure isn’t building so intensely
My stream of consciousness
Has been reduced to a drip
Boy, it makes me sad
Watching all my thoughts, all my dreams
Spill onto the floor
No one puts a bucket where I need it!
Oh well
At least I’ve been relieved.
Drip. Drip.
Drip.
Drip.