i say

[romulox]

it’s like
almost as if
totally
my life becomes boring with
no o boring school work.

I curse it up and down but
at the end of the day
when it comes down to it
shitty annoying UN-enriching
assignments
- all of them -
give you something to do
for chrissake.

Like today, I just came off the heels of
a long string of
paper after paper after
paper
and I was just like
“I need to get high, or this day’s going nowhere.”
So I did. And although
today
I haven’t done jack crap
I’ve been thinking
peculiar dream shells
and
indulging everyone’s
“every so often”
non-sequiturs
and
direct-address
nonsenses.

And that’s Ok
but all
winter break I’m gonna be bored, or
kind of a little down about
o! I’m so fish out of water in
all environment
anytime.
Except in my wormy little head.

Problem of other minds?
More like problem of fucking life
JESUS.