My tears are real,
\nnot literary.
\nMy faith is broken with dread.
\nThe words of my catastrophe
\nare scattered.
\nIt\u2019s depressing.
\nI have been thoroughly spoiled
\nby phantasmal metaphysics.
\nI think I\u2019m going to lick
\nan ice cream cone and look
\nsinister.<\/p>\n
Tell everyone I\u2019ve lied to,
\nwhich is everyone,
\nthat henceforth
\nI will judge life,
\nand the truth,
\nby my digestive system.
\nThe rate of my heartbeat,
\nmy blood pressure reading,
\nand from a collection of these
\nand other tea leaves
\ndetermine the state of things.<\/p>\n
What\u2019s become of my boy
\nand the things he learned at school,
\nand why
\nthe center of life
\nis a relative place,
\nalways at the crossroads
\nof a beginning,
\nand never better than that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My tears are real, not literary. My faith is broken with dread. The words of my catastrophe are scattered. It\u2019s depressing. I have been thoroughly…<\/p>\n