Chia-Lun Chang
| PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT

standing higher, a crowd sees me as a clown with a crown
describes the weather as if you have not read

Books
the mystery is killed by foggy concentration

Science
curiosity drinks hot water and a box of apple juice with high hat men

Arts
A speech cautiously performs at basements

sky falls from my sightseeing
never too late, always wrong, wonder, wheat, wet eyelid

the answer is to
find, search, sniff from cells

Love
according to your perfume, leave me a code of the knees

Music
burgeon floats from a corner window

Good better the best
eat my jeans to be inspired by her muse

deciding to leave
one room is full of smoke

choosing to stay
tequila pulls & lifts me above the floor

hiding questions
growing up is to abandon my original thoughts

I don’t have OCD. I just need to change to the right side where
money belongs in my pocket

I cannot fuck my life up
if my boss doesn't call me tonight...

I have to change my personality to solve problems
selling my personality costs 2000 dollar rent per month