Aren't you tired of the way things seem?
Tired of believing
that this is how they really are?
Sick of the stars
shiny mocking bulletpoints
that show you where you are
reflected in the quarters at your feet
from when you hit the jackpot
lost your compass
and found your losing streak
Aren't you tired of being meek?
In the wake of all your winnings
Don't they light up rather dimly
While you're pining for your losses
and longing for something
that's really rather bleak?
And you always get distracted
when you stumble onto something shiny
not realizing
that it's distracted by you
as it tumbles to your feet.
It's late again
too late again
and I'm in another hotel
motel
indian chief
hide and go seek
and a conference center
next door
where drunks stumble around
and the people upstairs
are putting on a private play;
they fuck, they fight
they fall asleep
they stain the sheets
each to be alone someday
in one of these rooms,
not wondering what happened anymore.
I ran out of litmus paper
and the acidity or base
of your diminishing footsteps
no longer interests me
no longer make a noise
as they fall to
as I rise from
another generic bedspread
to turn on the television
to silence my head.
The scientific process
failed
and I added another unrelated component,
(to further confuse the situation)
exhaled smoke,
and unwrapped a glass
which wasn't "half" anything;
I made comparisons of choices
and turned my back on 2 of 2.
I desire nothing
that isn't offered freely
and I don't go anywhere uninvited
but that's a lesson
from years of a death grip
on lost causes
and being moved
against my better judgement.
The questions are all rhetorical tonight.
