Laid Out
I already have my future laid out.
It’s simple and something I’ve been thinking about
For the last few years; rooted from being the person I am,
From being on my own, carpet and books on top.
From being surrounded by minor cords to major events,
Racism and Hate. It won’t stop. Black Lives Matter.
The Plan will be in my veins
Injected until I pass out, nod off.
It’s cheap and it’s a warm hug.
Back into the Womb.
It could be next year,
But more than likely in ten years.
Here’s to you opiates, Beside Me.
(I’ll go to South Borneo first though to look after orphaned orangutans)

















