2012-08-20

death & loneliness

I lost something a while back. It went away in so many directions. This world is a world of death and loneliness. I condition the muscles in my hands and arms. I want to be strong enough to hold my breath until I go blind and deaf. I donate my telephone to a toxic cloud. I donate my breath to a dying field. I drink red wine in the foggy park. I sit very still and try not to think about everyone I knew who fell off the Earth.