We are the divine beings sliding rusty nails into our virgin soles.
The walking awake, table full of bread
Oh God, so empty and broken and already dead
In energy’s absence, an inactive volcano
being eroded by wind and water
Oh God! I just want to feel something!
Give me pain, anger, anything but stillness
One day, I’ll stretch my neck to stay awake
and it will flock off without my body
One day, I’ll find the determination to pluck my marbles from their sockets
my sick eyes searching for connection in my comatose corpse
The answer can’t be not thinking about it – Truth!
Truth leaves my guts for the gulls
I’m torn and motionless, raped by emotion’s kiss
gobbled by the guilty gutter
staring at stones
Do I not have the gumption to drag myself home?
Have I resigned to take residence in the filth and delay?
I’ve forgotten to walk and now I must stay.
I need someone to look at me and know I’m not okay