If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.

I'm ready to kill something. I'll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them.

The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.

If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

If we really do get what we give then I give up, so I can get up.

Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.