detached

..........
.........
........
.......
......
.....
....
...
..

.

i cant even
move my fingers
to punch out the next
letter of the next word
of the next sentence of
the next idea of the next
phrase of the next parable
of the next story of the next
question of the next hyperbole
of the next feeling i wish not to feel.
but here i am sitting in a library with
the worst access to the world i foolishly
punch into and slide through, getting attracted
like a white magnet gravitizing all of the negativity
in this world. I'm sorry, an unfortunate connection like
me would cloud the professional world of today with silliness.
if only i could figure out how to grow up and know when and where
to begin and weather or not this sick stupidity of mine could float far away

"a scene badly written
in which i must play."
-s&g wednesday morning 3am