Self-objectified endings

i objectified myself
the moment i
touched myself.
i don’t need your
assumption when
i’ve made mine.

I think i am because

i think what i am,
but then again,
i am what i think,
even when i’m not.
how?
i prove what i want.

Minding another by myself

you spend your
time minding your
own business
and now you’ve got
people telling you that
doing so is bad.
when is it appropriate
to mind oneself
or mind another?
and how far
should said
mind go?

I’m pleased, why?

look at that dog chasing its tail.
there’s no need to involve another.
content to follow itself,
it leads its own pleasure.
such focus belongs to nature.
a nature speaking will
of direction and definition.
traveling refinement
sharpens conclusions.

Think it

wrap your mind
around it.
what is it?
we cannot fathom ourselves.

Hearing a thought of hearing

i’m not sure if you can hear it, but i do. it’s strange. no, who am i kidding, it’s very common. we hear what we hear, regardless of what others hear. sounds pitched to waning attention. did you catch that because i thought i heard what i didn’t hear. since when should i think to hear?

I know i’m wrong

i think you are this,
i think you are that.
i know this,
i know that,
but what i really know
is not what that is.
misconception bores
preconception.
you think this,
to which i think that.
what is tends disinformation.

I think i can…

i should be used to it by now.
the little voice in my head,
speaking thoughts of
actions unfulfilled.
control breaks upon
decisions weighed.
ideation wanders
unrealized until
confronted with
its reflection.

A head glued in colour

 

 

 

head of glue
things stick
coloured points
blend over time
balance dried
fault breathes

It’s too much weight

small words
primarily written
house ideas
whose weight
strains minds
commonality
relieves