Poem 3. And I Just Realized It Doesn't Have to Be Doulbe Spaced.

World

I am exactly where I am
this very moment.
I am only what I am thinking about.
I am chemicals and coincidence
on ice.
I am nothing but what I have done.
I am thumbtacks in rotting cork.
I am a lonely anarchist.
I am the smallest piece of everything,
surrounded by everything else.
I am the cheap orange street lights.
I am a dirty pair of socks.
I am a Sybil in a glass slowly filling with water.
I am the dirt under your nails
and the ache under your skull.
I am the last day of the world.
I am destruction and your favorite ugly face.