Their mouths are
gaping wide and cavernous
hungry
needy
watering
eyes bloodshot and open against their will
they need a fix to their addiction
they don't have time for predictions
only answers
give them their answers so they can can sleep tight
tonight
they lost their blanket, their stuffed bear, their mommy to kiss them goodnight long ago
they wake up screeching in the dark from nightmares of gray deserts
where no one is there to tell them if it's night or day
now all they have are their answers
to which questions
they don't know
don't care
they haven't got the time
their lives must compete with one another
their mouths must inhale old, stuffed, oatmeal air
with their bloodshot eyes wet from the dry air
can you hear their hollow voices
muttering and sleepwalking their regurgitated, responses
to anonymous questions
their retorts slowly getting louder and louder
till you can't tell one answer from the other
their lives are competing with one another
answers are yelped at the top of their throats
they lose their voices so often nowadays
so often, they must rest with their
mouths gaping wide and cavernous
hungry
needy
watering
eyes bloodshot and open against their will
they need a fix to their addiction
refusing to think about the day
when the questions
drip, drip, drip, drip
away.