three time zones away

my head is already three time zones away
on the other side of the continent
on the far side of stable

enabled dependent and enfeebled
what is it that turns us against
each other with the facility
of sunrises enshrouded
in cloud cover

a semblance of enervation
not what we really are
this is is how men are
this is not a thing
to worry

now fret your guitar and hit
a discordant chord

What I’m Reading:

“The guillotine is the masterpiece of plastic art
Its click
Creates perpetual motion”

— Blaise Cendrars / “The Head”