laughter’s best medicine never cured anyone

So Coolio is dead if you haven’t heard
  these unexpected deaths putting a for-sale sign on my soul
     feeling as though my own is imminent
        Have I sacrificed enough time
  to intoxication & belligerence
                      my mouth is full

  lips bare & glazed & prepared
      undividedly for your attention
              master this; unconsciousness

                I tread starry waters searching
       for the names of everyone who mapped out
     constellations & named them
     I have no idea how they traced the creatures of the zodiac or how astrology means absolutely nothing these days these days these days

               everything isn’t entertainment
          there goes my pragmatism
         & when the abstract becomes serious

      Give me a call: 443-XXX-XX98

–LM

you don’t make a sound out in space

Oh the drafts I soldered before this

     to be perfectly contrite I don’t deserve a second glance
   think you’ll find this out if you haven’t yet
      wish I could get off the warpath with all my supplies intact but they’re floating back

            I write a little too often about myself & the things I love
        [multi] verses like showing off my tattoos
              creating a molten clique of rejects
         you want to be a part of

        I play I know what I’m doing
            for fulfillment purposes only
          I know you can hear me
   though the tone is weakening
         I’m blasting off & blasting away

                using a radio to communicate
      I think I’ve got part of the answer

–LM

blame it on my Libra ascendant

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the reason I’m so touch & go is the same as it was years ago and it didn’t matter then so why read me now reaching out & far beyond internalizing everything far too late we don’t change we die & shape-shift we live and we transform still the same miserable Ditto popping out of pokeballs on command &

            deflating its master changing color with its mood never not the world’s first dangerous chameleon

LM

black sheepish

A peek through the peephole might cost you your life. Honey I’ve got nothing to say, anymore, I’m running on fumes

I heard knocking @ my front door
   & died just like that woman in NYC
     just checking to see who’s there
         when I’m yelling fire! instead of help

          I don’t bring anything to the table,
  so I’m going to pass – on
     I think you’d be shocked if you really knew my demeanor
     spoiler alert — I don’t finish my platelet
I don’t bring anything to the table,
  so I’m going to pass
     I think you’d be shocked if you really knew my demeanor
     spoiler alert — I don’t finish my plate

         all I know is this could have went
                        either
                            way

–LM

an interlude

You appear in the world
     for a blink/

           a transient phenomenon
      the human substorm
            for all your intensity

  I never once could’ve anticipated
               you’d become the halo
       around my shadow

–LM

you spin me __ __ __ __ __

I’ve been protected like a nuclear weapon
     because the mess I can create
                     is no different
                              than
                               one
when it
d           r               o                 p                 s

I cannot contain the smile on my face
             because I’m relying on your fixation
          these treasures I’ve unearthed
                           are legendary, you’re legendary

                & our gift/ it’s all divine timing
         it’s never been about my ego
      I’m still trying to understand this myself
             but I need your help
     I think together
                    we can alter the rotation


             –LM

no black box when my plane went down

I want to shrink this labyrinth
     down
   to a little note and leave it on the table
       like an IOU

           I am nestled on an island & the worst
     part is there’s no ship coming in,
                                           ever, so
         I better get used to crustaceans and
   coconuts, since
         all I’ve seen recently are silver wings and
                                      speechless banners

                           –LM

Thursday:

I’m looking several car lengths ahead
    I was still blind behind
        the wheel
            & I totaled my car

           this uncertainty is ~~~
     making more sense every day

     I’m treating my doors & windows
  to flawless clarity
       I’m turning the volume way down
   so I can see

              & it’s still not helping
         I can’t trust the passenger
     trust me, I don’t think I could ever
           make it on my own

            so cover up there’s a chill
        we’re getting closer to my season
              I feel
                 insane

–LM

awake after midnight on a multi-line phone

A picture tells a thousand words so
by my count I’m dialing four and a quarter
    there’s no explanation for it neither

           LINE 1 ON HOLD
                 ANSWERING LINE 2

         [you can’t remember
                    & I’m getting a migraine
             fucking
                 stonefaced

                       Everyone is dead]

               LINE 2 ON HOLD
         ANSWERING LINE 1

  why are there bubbles in the water &
              this ghostly haze
        putting to sleep our beloved pets?

               Are we next?

–LM

technical problems with a divine pilot light

A spaceship came & took me aboard but they dropped me off in my own backyard I guess I’m not the best conversationalist

I like to think I have my own corner in the boarding house of my soul/ all my lifetimes of personality paid their rent. I saw it once from the inside in a dream like the human extraterrestrials I met.

So I sit outside under the stars and I count down to a permanent unexpected lift-off I’ve unintentionally disappointed everyone I know & still find the audacity to fight for myself its
out
      of
b_   ounds
           though I suppose one of these lives left behind their firestarter

Authors Note: no-body believed me yet everyone wanted to read my diary I think they were only ever looking for a name

–LM