punishment
i grow weary with the casual attention spans
of my ancestry and wandering comrades, their
disgusting hair and wet eyes; my admirers,
psychotics and drunks! are there no shreds of
courtesy left in any of you?
although,
as a vastly caustic person,
i can only denunciate - condemn - myself.
the day lingered, atmospheres of new air
blew clumsily around my tired form, the
weather was a mosque, a school of drummers
i smiled at the evenings prospect
but my breath slowed as the sun went down.
and now, to your usual abhorrence
i will slip into dormancy as a mute.
of my ancestry and wandering comrades, their
disgusting hair and wet eyes; my admirers,
psychotics and drunks! are there no shreds of
courtesy left in any of you?
although,
as a vastly caustic person,
i can only denunciate - condemn - myself.
the day lingered, atmospheres of new air
blew clumsily around my tired form, the
weather was a mosque, a school of drummers
i smiled at the evenings prospect
but my breath slowed as the sun went down.
and now, to your usual abhorrence
i will slip into dormancy as a mute.