Poetry: See You Later, Cruel World

 See You Later, Cruel World

There is a place
I can go
and lock out the world,
block out life,
alter reality
and all it's subtlety;
escape into unconsciousness,
drift away
for days.

Laying in my bed
beyond R. E. M,
beyond bounds,
I break on through
to the other side;

hello, Jim,
how are you?

- DA Butcha