disconnection

why try so hard
my eyes are sore and
I’m going to tell the truth
it seems so plain
boring
she’ll say
you look like
a damn skeleton
what’s happening to you
blah blah
incoming proud e-mail address
I don’t want to bore myself
truth be told
yes tell truth, be bold

this is within range
conjure up
fan spinning
conscious
trying to be unconscious
free as I split atoms with words

rub eye into an irritated sopping mess
the bread napkin for
rice and dal
my staple

I miss the hell out of you
I think I disappoint you
it’s only time tricking you
I’m still the same soul