the sun is blue
and the grass is growing inward.
my guitar is sliding off my leg
and i’ve lost my sense of filter.
the car is broken
and the sugar is in the refrigerator.
there’s no way to shake
this feeling that everything is
off kilter.
every time i think
the ocean might return to normal.
the moon changes phases
and the earth becomes a tilter.
the room is spinning
into infinite winning.
maybe it’s just me, or self sodomy,
this feeling that everything is
off kilter.