Treadmill

Groundhog Day again.
Smashed alarm leads to mindless night.
Talk talk talk.
Whispers in the wind.
Treadmill treadmill.

Sunfall moonrise as I watch.
Smile fight smile fight.
And again.
Again again.
Arthropod shells fall away.
Nature confounded shorn clean from mercury skin.

Wear the mask and join them.
Be thought a fool.
Give nothing away.
Hold the thing.
Truth honeycombed upon itself.

Wear the mask.
Wear the mask.
Smile smile.
Smile.
Wear the mask.

Die awake.
Die moving.
Die all day.
Die aware.
Die again.

Groundhog Day again.
Treadmill treadmill.
Mindless night and sunless day.
Make a murk of it.
Make it grey.

Treadmill treadmill.

Mr. Can’t-decide

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Frozen to nothing. Inert and moving.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. His vision is wide. Too wide by far.

Look at Mr. can’t-decide. There is no them. Just him and her.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Endless variety that drowns him. Pulls him down. Covers him up.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Drowning drowning. Drowning in consensus that never comes.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Mind so open. Mind too open. Mind so open the world is closed.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. A life lived without life. Nothing but grey. Then black.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. He’s getting angry now. So angry.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Doing nothing. Full of anger. Doing nothing.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Mr. Knows-it-all. Mr. If-only-they’d-listen.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. The world a stream he spies from the shore.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. He wants to swim. So bad to swim.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Drowning that boy. Rubber gloves to keep him dry.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Look at baby Can’t-decide. Dead and drowned. Flowing away.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Empty and null.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide. Look.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide look. He looks and looks.

Look at Mr. Can’t-decide.

IN THE MURK

In the murk
vision a tube.
One spot, one destination.
Blurred and not returning.
The world a buzz,
a cloud of itself.

The universe inside
full of smog and decaying.
Walking through air
to slide between dimness.
Press through that which isn’t there.

The universe inside.
This universe is old
before it’s days have come.
Fading. Fading.

Vision gives way to the closed-eye lid.
Stay inside.
In the murk.