Night falls
so I take speed and go to the gym.
The room is a mess
a static equilibrium.
Gold hairs jaunt across my forehead
nobody around to see it;
white teeth a shocking shade of clean,
no one around to taste them.
Back in this room
there are white walls
not four, but too many to count
and all this time
I’ve been like the autumn-fat squirrel
preparing for mock-death
saving for nothing.
And this room too small
to hold me this winter.
Finally on the verge of escape
but where to? how do I get there?
First thought-
a dead myth, knight in shining armor,
only keeps girls waiting
locked in salty honey traps.
Second thought-
to drink it off my mind
but that never worked
it only made it worse.
And it’s been such a comfortable life;
my nest has been feathered
my bottom has been patted
robed in luxurious civilization.
Just put in eight hours
with laughing faces
then come back to
wall-to-wall carpet
organic coffee and
fresh vegetables.
But it’s strangely unsatisfying, this life.
Suddenly the “I want” takes over
like a bee sting in the brain.
I want to scale mountains
I want to live in the desert
under a dry infinite sky
I want to stop eating
I want to drive to
covered with monster dragonflies
like Jack.
I want to shed this skin.
It’s all so contradictory,
every step unsure
a bear trap lies
just around all corners.
Last thought-
erase the “I want”
soothe the sting
of a million unfilled desires
to recognize the thought,
let it drift away-
a balloon, a train, a bird in flight.
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