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