How To Find What You’re Looking For Within

 

A bullshit neighbor lent me a book on joy

Something something The Secret To Happiness And Success

And then he asked what connections I have for him to use

The universe doesn’t care about my feelings

I wish I could be more like the universe

I anticipate death like a distant wedding

They will serve hors d'oeuvres at the funeral of dreams

Ghosts in bowties delivering shrimp pâté

Your father takes a wrong turn and drives off the mountain 

There is no one to lead you to your grave

We’re always so far away

I want to deny the universe

I’m resting my feet on the book on joy

What fine elevation