A lot of things

that are man-made

have perfect

straight lines

going up

and sideways

~

even when we think

or speak

~

the shortest route

is a straight line

and when we look

for answers

we often

don’t wander

around

It just comes

all

towards me

when I think of it

~

when I open

my eyes

and see it all

in front of me

~

I just need

to focus

on a cubic inch

of matter

at a time

~

and then

at the end

it lays all

clear

in parts

in front of me

I don’t know why

I have to carry

this extra weight

~

my belt is useless now

except

for smacking you

in the face

mirror man

I have a collection

of tiny teeth

that all have

at one day

chewed on me

~

I picked them up

when I look down

~

I see no marks

but I think

they are on my back

because there it is

where it hurts

Even my name

tagged on to me

is wearing of

~

maybe

it’s better that way

I see

in front of me

a wall

and a ledge

but I can’t

reach it

~

I guess

you can see

a better future

from up there

~

I wonder

why I still

stare

at this grey

wall