z'Om

oh my gosh!
I forgot
how it was
to be:
-“yzy yzy“-
stuck on thirteen
stroked by coffee
teenage anger
hits me hits me
‘d like to strangle
-icky mickey-
giggling crazy
numb and lazy
and this localness of mine
picky prickly!

agh!..

but I know – when I’ll grow up
‘ll be some yogi-buddha-jedy
when I’m steady
when I’m ready
trust oh teacher
trust me daddy!..