tripping

over the edge

scratching vinyl

low bass lines

steady beat

plush carpeted floor

to my right

plaster beneath my feet

drywall landing pad

eat words

truth digested

no meaningful inward journey

cold shuddering empty room

no food

fridge empty for days

trapped

ceiling racing

collision course with floor

jump into desk

latent in my cupboard

no awakening

up for thirty hours

weeping in frustration

no food

ecstatic with mediocrity

Yes! Yes!

follow the ant

it knows

primeval secrets

internal truths

shopping lists

a thousand regrets

a thousand ******

clamoring rooftop

puddles

sweet nectarine sky

tangerine tomorrows