(no subject)

[j_sullivan1986]

Alone in the country;
Ten karats of acreage,
And not a penny to spare.

Relationships taken for granted;
Fifteen percent gratuity for a kiss,
Something’s amiss.

There’s no loneliness
If your body is an illusion,
A coping creation.

Eye secretions,
Bloated constellations,
Heart serrations.

I’m driving on a paved road
Waiting for potholes
That follow the rain.

Tall grass caught in a breeze,
Where Black Grass Bugs
Float along at ease.

Here it comes, the revelation:
When I see my reflection
It is a hallucination.