In recent years I have realized that literally anything can be gaslighted. This seems to be related to our huge capacity to rationalize, particularly when anything happens to get in the way of something we want. This poem is a meditation of this particularly lazy form of aggression.
Scene Buy Gaslight
It was
Soully then
Eye real I’s
It was passable
Too gaslight everything
And any won
Too get
What I want
A knot too tall order
Short circuiting
My hire self
And tripping
Awe that is
Looking up
Just complaining
Looking down
Up on
Low and be-holed
Be little me
That scene
Buy gaslight
