Empty Room (Writing experiment with Kevin Hovey)

[rubber_officer]

It's so quiet in here...
You can hear Jesus
commiting suicide
on the cross...
It's called free-will,
and the fruits
that tempted Eve
are falling like
pigeon droppings
on the heads
of the wealthy,
well-to-do...
You can barely hear
their seminal
conversations
drifting
unassuredly through
the vacancy of
their vapid relations,
and out into naked
space...

"Yes, but no...seriously,
I mean like seriously,
I mean sure,
but listen...no
seriously...what color
is your bic lighter...
I was going to say
something but
I don't believe in
philosophy.."