Just give me a room
for survival
 Give me sixty measly minutes
to die and come to life
it seems all people want each other for is accomplishing tasks, checking the empty boxes for completion
remove the brains out of bodies
and the selves out of communities, where they could otherwise engage
with themselves and with each other.

I can’t complain, however,
when I lie down on the wooden floor, in the silence of myself
and have sixty measly minutes
to be nothing
to disintegrate, dissolve, then reappear


It is clear that I travelled 2,000 miles
for this room.
Empty Room | 2015 | Uncategorized | Comments (0)