Foreign flecks float past pupils.
Disappeared plodding pastimes
lost to careless childhood.

Venetian blinds slanting goodbye.
Concrete clings to temples,
eyelids vacuumed shut--

Tired.
Tire treadmarks track testaments
to this languid laziness.  
Spitting passion flakes into melted butter
hardened in the fridge

Let me melt.
Sink simply.

Poressely placing precedence,
burdened backs break
under pressure of
heavy nothingness.

Apathetic apples plucked
just out of reach.

Follow those foreign flecks floating
in your peripheral.

Daunting, Doting,
Don’t

Give up.
Look up.