Sta.sh
the morning brazen with
work, clambering from our beds
still pulling out of dreamtime
hypnosis; the shiver, backbone rumble
leaden work of unintellectual nature
how do you dream without success?
cream molding coffee groaning
jerking out of stasis
work a lifetime away
every monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
all my diplomas are unwritten
murmuring lullabies of grand grab bags
sickening amounts of cash
spindles in the head of massive
debt consolidation one fucking big weight
chest exhaling invisible depressive
napalm of a meta-catastrophy
sunken into little corners
of an apartment disorder
little silk threads are falling all around
showering in memory mess
sands of dreams filling pits
living indifferent
to clamber or forget
a legacy to be groomed away
verbose shuddering in a
fatalist machine
silk winds through dream after
sunrise into embraces shrieking
lividity cursing infinity
endless explosive majesty
hard earned money sweet jelly
consume consume
tornados of televison and fornication
lost my vision
imagination optimism
a silkworm landed in my brain
a cocooon of tenement living
a diaspora of worthless paychecks
a myriad of poor man's lust
a mayhem of clouded judgement
a soothing coating of firewater
a puff of addition here
a stifling claustrophobic choking there
as night time drips
brews and busts
i'll be boiled from my husk
unjust unjust
nothing is
i must i must
dream harder
nothing
is harder
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