What is the substratum of each day
but mere
filler,
the in-between?
The contours roughly
pencilled in, we simply
flesh them out,
gamely connect-the-dots,
paint by numbers.
This, that we wake to
each day, that we reconstruct,
dumbly enacting
each scene, each encounter,
actors
simply wanting
to please, to cover the cost
of each curtain, the ushers
to soundlessly herd you out.
Every last one of us
apprentices, frenzied
cattle -
the grand performance,
back by popular demand!
Fodder for our
flighty
attention
spans, meagre
senses of self.
Nextstoppleaseholdhow
areyouicanhelpyouhere
ithinkineedfindeverything
youneededtodaygoodthanks
pillowed against the brute
fear
of boredom,
of silence.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
What is the substratum of each day
but mere
filler,
the in-between?
The contours roughly
pencilled in, we simply
flesh them out,
gamely connect-the-dots,
paint by numbers.
This, that we wake to
each day, that we reconstruct,
dumbly enacting
each scene, each encounter,
actors
simply wanting
to please, to cover the cost
of each curtain, the ushers
to soundlessly herd you out.
Every last one of us
apprentices, frenzied
cattle -
the grand performance,
back by popular demand!
Fodder for our
flighty
attention
spans, meagre
senses of self.
Nextstoppleaseholdhow
areyouicanhelpyouhere
ithinkineedfindeverything
youneededtodaygoodthanks
pillowed against the brute
fear
of boredom,
of silence.
