Killing Ants With The Power Of Our Minds

I have a friend who thinks he’s psychic  
And can kill ants… with telekinesis  
If he just stares at them long enough  
His gaze focused with laser beam intensity  
Waiting for one of them to seize and collapse  
And become one with the earth  
Simply through the power of his mind  
 
And he thinks he can talk to God  
When he forgets to take his meds  
Or the powder on his nose  
Scatters his brain chemistry  
Making him think he’s reached  
Some kind of spiritual ascension  
 
He loves to get high, gamble    
And fuck busty hookers  
Though he looks like a skinny gay boy  
And sometimes he wonders  
When the psychosis takes over  
What it would be like  
To fuck another dude  
 
And he’s only been in love once  
Though logic can’t explain why  
When he thrives on intellectual stimulation  
And his girlfriend is a dumbass  
With the personality of an empty fish tank  
Who loves to pull the jealous girlfriend card on me  
Though I’ve never fucked him and never will  
Yet I like the fact that I can give him  
A better intellectual thrill  
Than she ever will  
 
And I loved it when we could just hang out  
And talk about the mad old days  
When we weren’t quite sane  
Trying to push the boundaries of physics  
Because our brains told us we could  
Walk through walls  
And touch the moon  
If we just reached out far enough  
And jumped  
 
I have a friend who thinks he’s psychic  
And can kill ants… with telekinesis  
If he just stares at them long enough  
Though it’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure    
To sit and stare at ants with him  
And see if we can play God  
 
Indie Adams 2012