frankensteins monkeys

leaking out of memories
my mind is full of tiny people
frankenstein's monkeys
whose limbs
are attached with string
and fall off
as they run around frantically
trying to patch the leaks
i keep 

forgetting
forgetting
forgetting

they are clumsy
and not very good at
their jobs.

they attempt to put the gears
in my head to use
turn giant knobs
make me
work
but in reality
that gear is out of order
the other ones are gone, lost, disappeared
the monkeys are just turning
one big wheel
moving my blood
just enough
so that i can stumble through
existance

my dog
is asleep on my bed
dreaming through a thunderstorm

she looks so calm

there is a tornado warning
and i want it to come
my life is a tornado
of anger and depression

the boat is leaving
sailing off without me

why do i exist
why
why am i here

i hate to be

they looked towards the stars

and when you look closely
you see that sunspots are mere
illusions that
the mighty can be perfect