you think it's funny how people
will keep laughing and talking
about themselves when the world
is falling down around you.
they don't even notice.
everyone is their imagined audience,
but really, the chairs are empty.
we're all one man shows.
it's called egocentrism.
it means we all think we're the only things
worth notice. it means there is no one
that's when reality -
whirring rims undressed
from tires -
that's when you realise
you're less important
than anyone else on the planet.
that's when you sink to your bedroom floor,
and cry until the rug is saturated
with enough salt to build an ocean.
this is called an inferiority complex.
it means i think i'm a piece of shit
when compared to a piece of shit.
you're terrified of things
like love or marriage
or poker or sculpture
or sex or economics.
and so you write,
but only when the sky
is blacker than a
it's called nighttime in the city.
it's called a second shot at life,
deep in the recesses of evening:
it's called a coping mechanism.
it means it never works