dejected by the air
my lungs contemplate
only collapse
as if it were part
of the honey bee population
or the infrastructure
of the United States highway, dam
and bridge system –
stepping down from my pedestal
onto an old weather worn soap box
megaphone in hand
I shout into the void
relating my individualistic brand
of pain and suffering
unlike anything anyone
has ever before experienced
…… a chorus of “Boo’s” meet
my bleeding and corrupted ear holes
as mine is no different
than those alive today
or
those whom have come before… --
aching joints and scabbed skin
ooze unpleasantness
staining both my clothes
and my heart
damaging my ability to empathize
with my fellow man
leaving me instead only to feel
for the flora and fauna
of the land in which I am a part –
heading off into the wilderness
leaving behind technology
and processed pre-packaged life
reconnecting with the natural world
in an effort to be closer to myself…
upon recognition of a wondrous exhale
I experience more health
than I can remember
and vow never to return
to the land of apathy and individualism –