The shower is a magical place

The warm water allows the mind to wander

It seeps in through the scalp

And whispers ideas the dry mind would never ponder

Here I come again or maybe

There I go

It’s so hard to tell now

What happened and what my mind

Creates for show

I know many things since consuming the fruit of the world tree. I remember the slow realization, as if waking from a dream, as the fruit dissolved in my stomach. The realization that the world was much bigger than my mind could previously comprehend.

Such a beautiful girl

Beautiful girl

My, a humble one, aren’t we?

Aren’t we?

Well, no matter, just tell me your name.

Your name

When I was a passenger

I never looked at the road

Never considered it

I saw the landscape

Pushed to the sideline

Like vegetables

On a child’s plate

Has the best day of my life

Already passed me

By?

Has the best gone by

With the blink of an

Eye?

The repetitive thumping of the train on the tracks and the pitter patter of rain on the window made me think I was in a movie. Outside the window there wasn’t much to see, just the void with the occasional town of lights. The view was much better inside: the dark, hand-carved oak that adorned every wall, the white tablecloths that covered every table, the lamps that curved out of the wall and shone on every couple.

As I sat in my chair watching the television, pills going from my hand to my mouth more often than a child with M&Ms, I heard the door open and close quickly. I sat there, calm, without a care in the world. Another pill entering my mouth.

The wind billows through your jeans on the cold night, your torso protected from the onslaught of the element of peace by your leather jacket. Your face is hidden behind a black helmet, your black hair pushed against your scalp.

This is a time after gods

They remark that the rubble

Which holds my likeness

Is a fine piece of art

But forget its true purpose

I want to hit the world

I want to punch this earth so hard

That its entire population have no choice

But to look at me

I looked down at the ashes

Gathered in a bag

One pile of soot

And I didn’t understand