stares
at his tiny hands

tears down the wall
of his perception

watches a butterfly obliterate
his hateful thought with the grace
of its wings

plops down on the whoopie 
cushion of his ego

deletes 
his twitter account

opens 
walk in closet 
tries to face skeletons
one 
by one
but there are far too many

needs this out
of body experience
to see his life 
has been an out of mind
experience 

needs this out of control feeling 
to dream
of getting peed on
again

sees faces of people
he’s fucked over 
in the worn brick

sees his face
in his glass
tower

picks up 
a stone