Stuffed with indifference,
You play out your days
Like the rest of the sated:
Sluggish, contemptful of movement,
Barely breathing with the heaviness of fulness.
Then you swallow hard
Another morsel down to the hole of your bowels,
It passes, the stone, the dread stillness,
You feel hungry again,
You move forward to dine again.
Saltless but satisfying,
You take another bite,
Then another, then another,
They pass through you like air through a tunnel
But different, still indifferent.
You try throwing it up,
You try gagging yourself,
Laughing out the terrible carelessness,
Flush it out, toss it out, forget it;
Nothing works.
Published by Richard Q
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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