troublingly, when they’re talking, it’s usually not in my direction and I rather like that a lot but when it is directed at me it’s usually nothing profound.
unaccountably, I have a lack of response towards soulless creatures who have zombified their vitality
they’ve exhausted their inventiveness opted out to conformity over-welcomed their stay and burnt out their last match
the apex of their days is the sandwich they’ll have for lunch, the power mower they ride on in the Saturday afternoon heat, the motor oil they use for their car, the purchases they’ve made online with free shipping and handling
and it’s no wonder I’ve undergone a number of ways to elude their temperament
making no eye contact keeping my head down walking really fast and pretending to be busy
but the more you avoid them, the more attracted they are to you
their castrated lives their wives envisioned are so flavorless like taking a bite out of an aspirin and they think their persistence is stunning when it’s nothing more than relentless and wearisome
I look out the window feeling trapped the day is out there life is out there not much life but enough to take a chance
and very few have the courage to let go and break free
the little white spider crawling up my windshield has more courage, character, charisma than I or the half-bred egrets I encounter with on the daily
who knew these assortment of words arranged in a peculiar way would give me the courage to go this far?
but how much further am I willing to go?
when the world feels like a rope you’re dangling from above the swampland of futility and the imbeciles circle below like crocodiles ready to lunge up and snap at your insides
I hear their idiot laughter and their footsteps working towards me now
as the door closes slowly and the light narrows paper thin-like into the windowless dark.