honestly

my life is getting weirder and weirder
seriously
i'm just waiting for it to spiral
in a fibonacci sequence of absurdity
until i implode
or more likely
get whisked off to neptune
by a wild pack of rhinoceros-
sized fruit flies where i will
get fed to their alien
larvae
which would give a whole new meaning to the afterlife
spent in the extended breaths of the solar system
now wouldn't it

yesterday i ate
a hyacinth bloom on elise's porch
and it tasted like
the sweet nectar of evening
garden parties
and half-asleep in may
when morning air is crisp and orange
but then i saw scary sandy
201 workshop guest lecturer
at pep right after i volunteered
to read
which kind of killed my high on flowers
my high on plants
on the other hand
my apartment smells like apples
and you, watch as we