This is the fifth installment of a ten part poetry/prose series I wrote a few months ago titled Hours. I wrote the series over the course of one night into the next morning as a project. Each individual part is titled according to the time at which I began writing the piece and makes for a kind of documentation of my thought process throughout the night. And after much editing, here it is.
I like to flirt with neurosis. Maybe if she likes me back, we can take it a little further.
Maybe even marriage.
I now pronounce you man and psychosis.
Then I won’t have to close my eyes to cross the midnight plane; I’ll see it everywhere. The words will never cease, and I’ll never feel like an empty ink-well.