dripping lead pipes          lead to razor                       blade epiphanies            

and the time     machine is broken           and this fucking headache           behind my eyes will not

shift

and i have control of                      the stock market              but not my hair colour

and my lava lamp             tells no one who i am                     and my poetry books     tell no one

who i am 

and my music collection               tells no one who i am                     and my spice collection

tells no one who i am     and my medicine cabinet             tells no one who i am     and my body

tells no one who       i am and my       mind tells no one             who i am              and

the                                paintings i

paint tell              no one who        i am        and the blood    in my veins        tells no                                

one who i am

and my mental                  decay tells no                    one who i am     and the                               

stain on               

my bed tells       no one who        i am and the       knock at               my door tells no one who           

i am

and        the embers in    my fire tell         no one who i am             and i can tell no                one

who i am

because               i               do           not         know.