king broken

i'm not allowed to like u.

the others

who share space in my head

are dead set against it.

they want me to blow u

to smithereens,

never say hi

or goodbye again...

but i like u

and want to share more

than two crazy cats

and a map i bought off ebay.

i have a sweet side

that hides

like a diamond

buried deep in mine,

and a story of glorious

concealment.

but they don't want me

to talk to u.

they allow angry poems

of resentment between

trachea and heart,

but for some reason

i can't write or talk to u

becuz

u are a threat to us

in our home head-

they want us both to shut up,

but i am dissident dildo-

front man of metal band

and liquid misbehavior.

i do not

listen

well

and i hate

all those who do.