Automatic Transfiguration Conquistadorian

Automatic Transfiguration Conquistadorian Blues

What do you do
when your heart turns
against
you?

And your eyes can't see
in the dark
anymore

And your feet sit
still in waiting rooms
that used to make
you squirm

And wrapped up in your bed at night
you dream and toss and
dream and turn dreams
that cause you to wake crying
and you can't understand
why

those fucked up years in junior high
are suddenly so
goddamned important

Feels like treachery creeping
in, some cellular kamikazes
of karma, dying for
your demise

You can't say you weren't
forewarned