Circular Logical and Depressed

Tide is high and air in turtle lungs depleted

Pulse slowed undulating in throbs of numb

Echo approaching distortion of death’s debasement

To eliminate contemplation of the mathematics

Forgetting what one is to appease a denominator

Reduction of the compound for a memory swipe

The hard drive evisceration in a bloody Tuesday morning

Country music radio station two cubicles away

Twanging Jesus’ drawl slide and snare

The fluorescent ceiling light hum

Computer wires and blue highlighter bank clearings

Yellow post it notes and unlisted telephone directory

Here or not, retirement contribution does not begin until

A revolution of the planet around the star

The packed sandwiches and grade school repetitive lesson

Of cows and pigs marching to the jungle chop house

Breathing in the dulled light tasting copper on the tongue

Wanting to drift into the long sleep

Walk into the line with the bovines and porcine cleansing

The draught of commuter rotation

Body wake scurry toil scurry faceless abode insomnia

Inventing stimulation in books and audio files

Thrumming the monotonous stomach acids

Chemically cognizant of hunger and the plastic diet

Mortgage and garbage day, grass cutting, and Zika virus

Spoiled rib eye steaks and tequila shot bottom ups

Exhausted from the can’t one just pay a psychologist to handle this weight

Apply funds from the toil of isolation to pay another human

To portray investment for a fifty minute hour

Prescribe a drug to beguile a brain to alter the mathematics

Of stimuli and receptors flush with the happy

To be one that can ride the illusion of dulled in the convex to this concave

It’s still a circle.