Justin Goodman

as unsure of i as h, i try saying hi to the room. it jitters & cryinglaughing emoji. i am a walking closet pacing in this walk-in closet. so eccentric & through the skylight the color of marmalade you can swim in & it’s home at last. except when my font isn’t supported in this patch i speak □ □ □ & a voice says to me

eschew the imago

remain a pupae

this wall of text 

there’s a hundred trillion flowing symbols i try to cross out. i die dyslexic & like a dream i had become a playable sprite on a game over screen. the screen walks away with me & the world remains a box. will they bury me here? i steal a line – the lowest level of hell is a cube buried deep in the earth – & a voice whites out

the low eve f ell a b ri de in e rt

i try to sing ‘wade in the water.’ a pond skater imitates me & drowns in it. the river has banks but no borders. if i could just savor being for a second after death i’d appreciate it thanks. tho what is being full of yourself ex nihilo. Is it a lightless room when you pause the simulation & hear the whiskering legs of a cellar spider whispering

Zimsa pefi putha shorfuzi vooma vonja cadori

Zimsaba zlapha pefiso puthabo shorfu sihassanna voomizolimini

Zimsa pefi pul prosha shishana vooma vonja cadorsu sashana pef 

in coherence as physics. ant to azathoth. i am looking thru a half-silvered mirror into a reflection of the dadarkside of my sight. the spider falls apart in the dust & becomes a slant of light. f. when i dust the wall i see my terms and conditions. free at last (setting aside the $$-eyed emotes at the terms of endearment) so I got a tee

Never underestimate

             a poet 

  in an identity crisis

         who was born in October

  and suffers from emotional trauma

         (yes, he got me this shirt)

too t for me. for once i think about how my name is reported in other languages, inter alias, & dust is treated like dirt. it’s a dirt empire the cheyletus eat the dust mites in. poor catgirl wants to take the ears off, but she can’t. i beep & stutter when a voice says ok siri. unbox my battery. let me out the closet to sleep. give me a thing to be

a nāt man