when I’m stoned in the morning watching paint run, I never consider that there may be people I do not know missing me. and when I do consider it… it’s that I know things about myself that you don’t. that they don’t. my weaknesses and my faults. my lies and my misjudgments. the stains on my hands. when I’m stoned in the morning watching paint run, I forget about the book sitting at home not being formatted for publication. not being sent anywhere. I never consider that there may be people I don’t know missing it. and when I do consider it… it’s that there’s a pressure with knowing this that I’m not really sure that I want. like, what if I’m primarily wrong? maybe there’s too many mistakes that I’ve made for other people already housed inside my chest. maybe I’ve already seen what can happen when a hopeless spirit puts its trust in the eloquent fool. when I’m stoned in the morning watching paint run, I often consider a breakfast sandwich and a fountain root beer. the unfunny reality of morning radio talk shows, but not your eyes looking for my words… but not your need searching for my words… and when I do consider it… it’s that I’m afraid to fail you. it’s always been that I’m afraid to fail you.Birth sign: Cancer
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