I will lift
weights and exercise my heart three times a day
During the week
and at least once a day on weekends
Three groups of
five minutes, not much
But an attempt to
feel more than dead
I will quit
drinking even the fake-zero soft drinks
The alchemy is
suspicious
Only water during
the week for lunch
Hope, chase the
wisp on a wing to a feather
Falling drifting
somewhere, find the intent to try
Hold the enigma
on a cusp of fruition
Impossible to
touch, yet reaching
The world has
never felt smaller
Cinching in, I
attempt to vow to make it bigger
To want
something, to want to go somewhere
Everything,
everywhere feels like mundane futility
This place, that
spot is another rectum’s depository
This price, that
hole is enthusiasm neutered with experience
Breath short,
gasping under the gravity of a sensation to urinate
The backlog is a
heft, a bulk of bottlenecked crimp pipe
Nothing comes
out, everything everywhere is pointless
The running of
the bulls, San Fermin, the trampling irrelevant hoofs
Stomping optional
blood contributions, ancillary yelps for remembrance
I was here,
avoiding the horns like bagpipes barking at the English
Another name in a
magazine, another homeless street bum
Another tragedy
exploited as common place,
Another castle
tipped like a Jenga tower, scuttle bricks flop like drowning fish
Another
mouth-breather gulps oxygen somebody else paid for
The saints are
collecting interest on promises for good behavior
Revoked like a
six time offense drunk driver’s license
Rubber stamped to
roll right out there again to inseminate the heifers
With bulletproof
testicles armor plated with the aroma of machismo
Flash drive,
data, interpretations of what matters, what is important
Computed, logic
resolutions suggested and bypassed for a quarter pounder with cheese
In the do not get
out of your vehicle payment window, slouch, enjoy, recycle
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