Middle of the month
middle of the day
repeated laziness
every chemical stuns
to uselessness,
every song the same.
This is my longest day;
I can’t sleep without sweating.
Overruled rules of engagement.
Somewhere there are men
worse than I,
and I speak to them regularly.
The Goblin King
has only access to his fellows.
Growing older,
not rotting.
Start & stop.
Repeat.
Pass by the smells of a fellow,
one of those I mentioned.
Lou Reed might say
this is just a perfect day.
I migrate from room to room,
avoiding utilizing the AC.
Fruit flies sink to the bottom of my hand-made
acid trap I’m inclined to drink from
with its sweet tea-suspending consistency.
Life’s not complicated.
