Cold cereal, hot coffee, thumb push...push...

visions;

                                                     glass eyed

                                                     gap toothed

                                                     locust earth -

visitations;

                                                    fists, belief,

                                                    pounded rhythm

                                                    ‘round oblivion -

hauntings;

                                                   synaptic fugue

                                                   chemical cocktail

                                                   ethereal howl -

manifestations;

                                                  capricious gods                                                           

                                                                    pious cacophony

                                                  cerebral decay -

ecstasy;

                                                 unfurled flags,

                                                 symbols, fear,

                                                 grievous rags,

?????????;

                                                starvation, hope,

                                                bone clenched

                                                rendered alive,

cold coffee...thumb push...push.

Gathered in

our herds

among

the predators

looking for

a taste and a

touch,

we masticate

in public, there

with others of

us, lightly fingering

docile flesh fondled

by a light touch

of fire and crushed

flora spread about

as if we know no

better than to

eat the world

that hosts us,

we swallow, smile

as we take it, one

gulp after another,

knowing not from

whence it came, only

caring that it came

down on us, one, long

gulp at a time, water

sucked up and sent

by pipe, by plastic,

by faucet and bottle

sucked upon with

hydrational glee,

wiping moist mouths

in stained cloth, pitched

aside, as if in revulsion,

we finish, relieved of

our want, coming, as

it does, in public.

war - sex - hope - lie - speak - walk - fall - run - work - listen - type - read - shit - drive - eat - love - hate - touch - hot - cold - mild - lukewarm - kill - live - die - dark - light - this period of sunlight on this side of the Earth where we all walk around and do the things that humans do when their eyes are open and their minds are trying to make some kind of sense out of a series of inputs and all I want to do is hang on until the rotation carries us away from that big ass ball of light up in a maddeningly blue sky, but all I want to do is:

make

it all

stop,

to sleep, I wish

to go, when

I find myself

at that point

when it all

falls down to

a single heap

of I can’t take

one more input, requiring

an output,

fuck it, just

let

me

escape, let

me

sleep.