Better a tall order than a skinny scenario
Build ambitions taller than pyramids
with rivers carving caverns beneath their
mythic proportions.
Bought myself a case of beer with the last
ten bucks i had,
Left alone, I will research pedantic punditry and inane leads
Gurus, artists, authors
Struggling to redefine reality
Which has no formula to include us.
Not unique, no snowflake melting as I touch ground
No lung or vessel pushed too hard by stimulants
No wavering false sense of self
I am a moth fanning flames, waiting for
the right moment to plunge
Elevator speech, reduced to a soundbite,
my feet itch to take flight
Through unknown corridors of corporate tombs
The living dead I dread myself to become
Marching in thick blocks, locust swarms
Unthinking, unfeeling,
Illiterate and totally insensate to all but
pleasure and pain.
I'm not content to be a sand grain.