8hz

wake up sleepy head

forget the past fifteen years

today is the day

the plane dips and rocks

the vast desert beneath us

how did i get here?

a glass full of port

a briefcase full of money

the news full of lies

the vile creature writhes

a limbless mass of wet flesh

convulses and spits

rushing toward me

it’s so loud my eardrums burst

i wake in a sweat

“will you be the moss?”

i’ll be whatever you want

to stay here like this

my gun misfires

scorch-marks lash across my hands

i hear rabbits laugh

you see yourself there

you don’t know how you got there

and yet there you are

one after the next

wake up behind the wheel

the fog is so thick

the plane dips and rocks

the vast desert beneath us

how did i get here?

wake up sleepy head

forget the past fifteen years

today is the day

here we are again
the punchline to a long joke
a joke no one told

analysis paralysis