caffine , sugar and solitude
loose sweats, shaved head, oldies
paying these fines and attending these classes
sleeping sleep slowly, living life finally
the funny thing is these enemies
who are your friend only if
the scary thing is breeding, matrimony
easing the boredom of being
remember the chains scraping on cement
screams of those lost, anti psychotic
you can see me mopping floors at mcdonalds
hear the plastic scraping cement
one day i will just be wind
pushing the sand dunes as i was meant
listen to the stars asking illusion
feeling the madness, dancing friendships
with those still taking serious
animated stardust
old folks homes, solitary cells
plastic mcdonalds tables
billions served similar cartons
used seconds
disposed automatically
chew, flush, swipe card, forget
that when you believe in nothing but quickness
taste and colorfulness
life becomes point a, point b
empty
purposeless
