old wounds

don't sting

they really burn

i mean stings don't leave scars

its less swollen but still itchy
it was my fault anyway
they were delicious

my foot hurts

and i almost got hit by a car
so i started making peanut butter cookies

on existence, and other jargon

redness and Pegasus aren't real ontological problems
i mean your presence in my life is an ontological problem
i mean you're a non-existent unactualized probability
with all your nonchalant possibilities
and your faceless imagination
your wanton dumplings and charming recreation
you're blinking blank eyes

your blinking eyes cause an ontological problem
they pose a dull metaphysical question

its not redness or Pegasus
its not "therefore i exist" - ing
its not non-existing
its an unactualized impossibility,
but thats - possible?
its conceptually underestimating is-redness and pegasizing

your extraordinary altitude is only a mental idea
its just a slippery sloping non-existing abstract idea
an actually actualized mind-melting non-operating idea
a dishwash-retarding jungle of cutlery

a brave exit from a long journey
a tumbling-down-climbing-fall
an endearing gesture on the briskest of days,
self-sacrificing anti-martyrdom

your blinking eyes cause an ontological problem
they pose a dull metaphysical question

its - not -
you?

i mean i miss the idea of loving - you?

i don't really love you as much as i miss being in love with you