september

The lengthy lonely mind lightning
Strikes me at my seams -
Apathy sits like a cankerous bird weeping in the window

"Give in, give up - there are holes in your socks, guy."

The blinds are drawn to the unbearable heat 

and things, as they do, fall apart

The air in the dim room circulates,
pay attention...
remember to want. 

Desire is no luxury, my dear

Stare at things and again ask - 

Are you breathing just a little?
Are you fingering the reset?

Weak throat and weaker theories
Hunger has gone -

Reset and unravel.