brilliant thoughts. (in their own stupid way) a stream of consciousness poem

brilliant thoughts.
(in their own stupid way.)
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I hate these kind of
nights when it feels
like i'm drowning in
thoughts that would
be brilliant if i had
someone (aside from
my shadow) to share
them with in a way
which surpasses a
onesided ranting in
some multi-sided cage.

it's ironic too because
such desolation once
inspired in me the
art i have become
(faintly) known for
in small circles across
the electic waves.

and these mornings are
just as hateful because
i often indulge in a
breakfast of silence
and rage that burns
like dry ice on cold
skin above drying
veins of ingratitude.

(aimed at my shadow
due to his hypocritical
platitudes.)

but i suppose everyone
is brilliant though eh?

(in their own stupid
way.)

j.s.h.