the setting

the setting

in the *zone*
my intestines writhe
this smell has an acquired taste
cigarettes spilt beer sweaty bodies
ethereal buzzing in my head
bouncing off the walls of my skull
can’t get enough

hey sarah!
you know each other?
and i’m delighted

my shoes are not mine
i do not fill them
i markered the between the lines
there is a spot
in my right shoe big toe
worn down from pressing my skin into the rubber earth shield

is this a place for a child?
i’d like to grow up here.
i wish i was a gecko, like that guy
all stripes and soft smile voice
all neck and bones and sweets
those lifestyles we choose

the tinfoil ceiling itself
is worth my $10 entry fee
the freedom to sit in this
unsilence
is a gift, in itself, to myself.

i exist in this sphere
this could be my headspace
placid lack of communication
between persons x y z
they are deeply content with
their own contemplation
the lace hanging on the wall

play for us!
our hearts ache to be entertained.
now comes that blissful
social reverie

of solitude.