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Consciousness is

Consciousness is

Taking the trash out

Consciousness is

Showing up for church

Consciousness is

Doing the right thing

Consciousness is

Being polite

Feeling Sick, a poem

My head is throbbing

A headache, but what’s worse is

The pain of pressure, 

The pain of failure.
Waking up from a dream where I’m at least

A little more successful that now

Where they’re begging me to work with me

Another world.
Mine is one where I struggle against 

Pressures galore. I’m supposed to get a job, this or that.

But I have a condition where all I can do is work—- on my art.

So I collapse.
I hope Donald Trump doesn’t kill all artists.

I hope his presidency inspires great work.

Now, I have so much reason to be sick for

Let me turn and vomit.