i promise i'm okay

this, like all stories, is a story of struggle
I've been struggling
with suicide and psilocybin

the lighthouse don't work no more
i don't know where i'm going

Jose Olivarez said that love is violence
and I worry that he's right
I've been living in spite of those who've spited me

it's been so long since I looked around
and fiddled with the little things
that serve to belittle and delight me
i mean belittle in the best sense, of course.

i've smoked too much
to have megalo- or thalasso-
phobia

the iceberg can just keep going
i don't believe in rock bottom