Notions of The Complex Mind
By Tim Pozzi •
Perplex me,
inform my mind
of things I can't see.
There's a mess,
it's left in the corner
room for me.
No more room to grow,
for me.
Such fucking lies
that climb my eyelights,
skylight painted over.
Let me out,
take my self doubt.
Bring me back
from the ledge,
and this spout of mounting
indifference.
Build this basket
to bask in,
without the indulgences
that have stolen
my fragile innocence.