What am I? An orgasm 5 light years away from home.
Doing? Fulfilling existentialist duty.
Here? Perpetual deja vu.
There? We end up where we started from.
Nowhere? Everywhere is nowhere.
Who am I? A totally insignificant thought.
Talking? Sorry but you’re only lip syncing.
To? Everyone just pretends to hear.
Listening? We are all deaf.
Are my eyes? Huge hollows with glass in them.
Closed? The birth control pill shop.
As? Spelling mistake. Ass.
I? Communalism. We.
Watch the comets collapse? Was it on AXN?
Stars? Those far away diamonds.
Break? I need a break.
Tears? Boys don't cry.
Dry? Bread.
Dew? Drops.
Drops? Rain.
Like? Scarlett’s boobs.
Dreams? Night makes.
On the darkest nights? Every night.
Onto your palms? Religion sucks.
Do you? Die.
Hear? I’m deaf.
Feel? Apathy.
Know? Books.
Fingertips on my lips? Shhh...
Silence? ________
White noise? My voice.
Glass shards? Broken dreams.
Do I? You know.
Call? 9891701310
You? Always there.
Mine? Sure.
End. Did it?
Is this a shopping list
Things
Named.
Talked and tagged.
Where is the price?
How much
For
“Stars”
“Break”
“Dew”
How much.
20 pounds of dew.
Sunlight shines through
The list burns
Left
Residue.
No trace of the list.
What is this?
The shoping list?
Sorry! I left the wallet at home.
Bye bye. Have a good day.
