I do not go to my counseling class
Medicine does not work,
My performance does work.
I am quarrelling with my lover
Last time I did not
Love is fine if I find diligence.
I am moving like ocean’s wave,
I do not like standing on lake,
I do perform like fucking muscles.
I am talking with someone
Who is at my talking distance,
As if I rehearse to guess all time.
I am walking like glass dolls,
My counselor has shortened my voice
I want my voice returned.
While walking I am kicking something,
My walking draws attention of passers-by
It brings stunt syndrome.
I am moving through a tunnel,
In and out, it turns, it burns,
It is watered, protein saturation.
I am walking on a shore,
If I like to purchase a new one,
I do not have scope.
I sprung up from a sound,
I want to know that emancipation,
It has stirred my sensation.
I am in a transition,
I want to change all bullshits,
I will belong to and dissolve in my existence.