Flat barren desolation before me,
Alone at last at the location of droughts and snake bites.
Take in the serenity.
Cherish it.
Love it.
Very good, until I catch the loneliness bug and start a conversation with a cactus
Or a chuckwalla lizard.
That's the sign of un-sanity and dehydration.
Didn't you bring the water?
Damn! Wrong spelling.
I guess just keep moving till you collapse and die.
I'm sure your body will be taken care of properly
And with respect for the dead.
Most people fear those incorrectly buried-
That's how ghosts and ghouls are born.
The World of Men never seem to learn fully-like myself-
Since many mistakes are constantly redone.
Maybe they don't.
I just like to compare myself to everything,
Being vain does that to you.
You just keep moving.
Each time I stop, it takes more and more energy to move on again;
Be that with women, poetry, school, or looking for a job.
I just get tired way to easily,
Frighteningly easily,
But the voice of reason tells me, "You must keep going on and move constantly".
So I will,
Even though my wrist is killing me and my eyes are drooping.
I'll still move on and suffer as the stoic.
That's my life,
Or at least how I believe it to be.
And then I double, triple, and quadruple check my grammar
Because I can't remember how to use a ; correctly anymore.
Or what a dangling participle is.
I toss and turn in bed over trifles:
How to get the picture up with no wire,
How to masturbate without my roommate finding out.
But thinkings as of these is the cause of brain fry.
I can't work properly with a burnt and warped mind,
But all I do is reminisce on the on the
Dumb and Serendipitous events of my life and jot them down,
Thinking I'll be the Kafka of the 21st Century.
Or the next David Kirby who thinks of himself as the new Keats.
What does that make me then?
And that's my erroneous and sporadic writing style.
Keeps going on and on and on and on and going on and on
Annoyingly continuous and ridiculously never ending.
It's a way to write poems according to Mr. Kirby.
And now I've written to the point of I might as well just keep going.
Unfortunately, I've been hypnotized to fall asleep by the sounds of trains.
