I can do anything I can do,
but I often refrain out of a sense of obligation.
Exasperambulating anarchrist,
bloodlustless—
oh, baby, I eat revelation for breakfast!
Sometimes the greatest shock
is when someone says the most obvious thing.
The comforting harrowing narrative of fiction,
where mental health conflicts with moral health.
How disorganized I would be
without deoxyribonucleic acid.
Imagine if transparency were transferable.
Most poems are not strange enough
because most poets are not honest enough.