how many times
must we play
this game
and wait
for the
inevitable destruction
that comes from
words without action
night after night
flight
from what was real
cancer will claim us
all
in the end
it’s growth unchecked
out of step
with no style
just fed
by whatever
is near
three days in the making
angry I
meditate and mastrubate
ruminate, but
it’s all garbage
now
trying too hard
tired
and restless
I shatter one myth
and reconstruct
the next
if there is a god
he’s playing poker
with the devil
and laughing