Things I Think While Depressed

I wish I wasn't me,
But I don't want to be anyone else.
How can you appreciate when
The only thing you dislike more than yourself
is everyone else.

Lonesome Thompson Gunner

Warren Zevon
The soundtrack to my travels
my travails
have a much less poignant ambience.

On reading poetry

I'm posting this mostly as a reminder to myself (well only erik actually looks at this site)
1. Read with the grammar not the structure
2. Finish the poem if you can, and if you can't either it's garbage, or you're an idiot
3. They don't have to make sense to touch on reality. So don't dodge the topic because it's a big fucking quagmire.

Lemon(lime)/LSD (poem found written in highschool while tripping)

The acid spews delicious
It's flavor jump from the pallet

Absorbed in paper and citrus
They hue my life
Flavors and realities

One an altered state.
The other alters taste.
The effect is striking,

Only in its similarity.
Cerebral changes emerge,
They are beaten back.

Only to renew its nascence.
So easy to forget,
Tastes and sensations.

This feeling,
Pleasurable, Indescribable.
Is it from a good meal, or the six tabs I swallowed?

On intimacy and other ununderstandables

Intimate moments
The light touches the skin pressed,
the words unleashed...
Spewed un-edited un-filtered full of life

Most of life you live behind a shield
A spiked wall ready to bash.
Turning your friends and family to tikka
Your words unsaid metal skewers bisecting your relationships

These moments of intimacy.
Brief glimpses into my own humanity.
glances into what I think I am.

Isn't it odd.
Strange. Weird. Or at least somewhat unusual.
That all my most intimate moments are with strangers?