Last Night in Shifts

paradigm shifts exploring praxis heritages

while high on molly and scooping random flotsam sitting

on the floor of a rave downtown,

spent fishing good parking

while crossing into uncharted identities

offering amazing mental headspaces to explore

what lying before and after

the afterbirth gets dragged out

for all the prying eyes to look upon

and wonder

why my testicles are so uneven,

or maybe that is just. a. private. thought.

I forgot to share with my therapist last week,

but no worries,

it all seems to come back into place

on a new moon turned purple at the sight

of a red market in October