Waste-Land: Maybe Not Poem by tyler eisner

In the map of my mind you would see a gate surrounding all that I fear
All that I repress,
that I repeal,
I dislike,
misunderstand,
you would see a land with no true worry… at the surface
but look colder, beyond the fog
where worry reveals itself in many forms
Love, for a friend
Friendship, of a new group
Family, divorced and broken
Loneliness my escape through all of the above
You would see green meadows, full
of frolicking food puns
wild scallions
an angry tacodile
a peaceful hippotatomus eating a wild macaw carrot