I’m the people’s King yet to be enstooled.
I tried to crucify my own soul,
But nailing the unseen is for the confused.
Friends think it will be a fraud for me not to make heaven,
Mama thinks if God doesn’t deliver me soon
My mind is in every dumpster across the city,
In the pit of the soot used in making darkness,
And in the bright light that blinds your vision.
I want to unlearn this world and start anew.
I keep finding fresh wounds in places I thought had healed
And bruises in places I didn’t know existed.
You said “I love you” as compensation
I have been forgetting names of everything;
Names of old school mates and new faces,
Names of places no matter how many times I visit,
Names of drugs that take 40 days to complete.
But I cannot seem to forget the name
My sanity is in knowing I too am mad.
I have started looking for warmth outside of myself;