06-29-2013, 06:57 AM
It is 9:15 and I need to eat.
I slept by my phone
and dreamt of oven burners
waiting . . .
needlessly,
formally,
‘til they fume and grey out.
I suck down a smoke and walk.
My stomach sputters
‘til the phone talks
and the burning stops
and a question mark bends.
But the world is a scam
that gets stoned off my dignity
and turns careful choices
to fits of chases
with barricades of fabrication.
I arm myself
with phone calls
and statements,
a vulgar tongue
and proof of payment.
They screw with ease
and I harden
like a beast under ice.
It is 12:15 and I cannot eat.
I slept by my phone
and dreamt of oven burners
waiting . . .
needlessly,
formally,
‘til they fume and grey out.
I suck down a smoke and walk.
My stomach sputters
‘til the phone talks
and the burning stops
and a question mark bends.
But the world is a scam
that gets stoned off my dignity
and turns careful choices
to fits of chases
with barricades of fabrication.
I arm myself
with phone calls
and statements,
a vulgar tongue
and proof of payment.
They screw with ease
and I harden
like a beast under ice.
It is 12:15 and I cannot eat.