RAMBLINGS .1

I haven’t been outside in days

On some occasions the trees wave to me

I feel taunted

Taunted by the world I unwillingly exist in

Taunted by all the things I can’t have, all the things I can’t do

Taunted

It pokes at me

Pokes and pokes and pokes and pokes

And won’t fucking stop

It’s poked a million holes in my brain

All the fluid leaks out

I wonder why I can’t use it to water my desires

And grow them into my reality

Insert them into fabrication of my own volition

But I can’t seem to do anything

Bound at the wrists by capitalism

The insatiable greed of pigs

They consume it all as they grow and inflate and rest swollen in their wealth

Whilst the gurgling of my stomach is the lullaby I lay rest to

My dreams make less and less sense

Non discernible figures visit me

Beating their fists against closed eyelids

To be free

Oh freedom, freedom, freedom

The eye of the needle that passes through the camel

A passage so lonesome

Worn and torn and born into madness

Who birthed the universe

Seeping from the marbled fingertips of celestial beings

‘I think therefore I am’

I think thoughts upon thoughts upon thoughts

Where is the blade

To carve me free

Where is the eye to gift me sustenance

Fill me to overflowing

Where is the buyer

So I can sell my self

Where is the sanity

Where is the sanity

I plead

For it is not in sentience

Not in sentience

Nor these words

Nor in these words

I know