PSYCHOCAT PSYCHOCAT
post-neurotic sycophant
tell me the future, sick child.
When you close your eyes,
what do you see?
(millions of orbs surrounding me)
Do you shuck this of its
husk of reality?
WAKE UP NOW
Pry compulsive fingers from
the unbroken, slack-jaw,
they don't need fixing but
maybe you do. Though your
dreams are scary, they
won't bite you, and
you can't even remember them,
fickle thing, perpetual child,
slow-learning, forgetful-lazy neurotic ex-
princess, demi-princess, wannabe goddess
piece of shit. Keeping up?
I think I've forgotten something
Post-absence, try to keep up
Where have you been? I
try to keep up. You've missed so much, but
not enough? And where does the
mind go when you sleep at night,
bedroom light, or where
when you don't? For
spatial cases, call the
space docter; she'll know how to
put you at rest. Hey,
Sophia, remember my name?
Put it in your mouth, and claim
me as your daughter, bad-ass
wisdom queen.
Make me the real thing, and
while you're at it, make me
European, give me back my
sapphire ring, and another
raise would be nice too lol.
But I'm just being cheeky.
You don't have to help
me to understand
anything, I've got it.
I've got it all under control.
YOU ARE READING
SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES
ŞiirLiminal living; these things are not for the weak of heart.