im deep into my own head
not to find myself – to get lost
the last time i was here i was here
sitting on the marble bust of a Black God
a bag of cheetos sat on my shoulder like a parrot
but i was not a pirate… not even a poet…
i was sad
my comic book collection was so short
you’re not hearing me.
neither do you see….
and that’s what this is all about:
me, falling asleep on the couch
watching bob’s burgers and
missing my father.
i smile (remember, i’m still in my own head)
at the sight of my father eating cheetos
it’s funny because
i’ve never even seen him eat a cheeto in my life
and that brings us to death,
but i’ll address that in a series of facebook posts
if ever i should awake.