I breathe heavily

the last train was supposed to be coming soon
smell of overheated weeds in the deserted aisles
flower overwhelmed with the weight of life
had developed a unsightly hump,
not unlike shoegaze bass players, staring
at the floor, and not seeing the corpses
neatly stacked there.

don't fear or fret over those minimal losses,
you are bad day traders if you do -
the slavery of the material plane,
the need to sleep and the need to eat with no appetite.

the myth of happiness and its pursuit.
enough with that!
burnt offerings to the humanity we like to think we are.

Self-loathing as an academic discipline
wide spread now in the extant and (s)exhausted
Western World (TM).

You can never reach the slimy night
that crawls inside of me.
We buy and comission the cheapest sytems.
Then of course, we complain, but weakly.

Our voices are tired already. Our bodies do no longer care
for the mindless accruing of empty "experiences"
- you can buy them today in shiny plastic boxes.

The world has a tendency to go back to its fixed motions
and in doing so, reminds me of the tired flesh that I am.
I breathe heavily.
Escape is an illusion.

Time to brush my teeth. For no reason.