famished with tremors on a freezing tile floor
in a carved out high rise with trifling décor.
the self-indulgent hero gets humbled and washed ashore.
then eaten for breakfast by rigid gods of love and war.
he digests and screams from the fire in their bellies
beside like-minded souls,” WE CRUMBLING LIKE COOKIES!!!”
any semblance of passion has now been used
by the appetites of giants,
then disposed of in their refuse.
make moves, make moves, make moves,
make.
make moves before they eat you and you lose.
human failure is a peculiar delicacy
for all these unseen forces that just keep fucking with me.
beings i’ve granted passage and then guaranteed
a place in my mind so i could make excuses and reject responsibility.
inwardly, i’ve thrown in the towel.
then taken a drag of my pet hate,
slumped back and scowled
at the holes in the ceiling,
depressions shaped by real cool
apathetic motherfuckers
sent forth from cocaine and trade school.
engage the constipation,
the dehydration
of your lifeblood,
the mania for something good,
and knockout the deviation,
your gravitation,
towards nations of quitters
who use up heavy hitters.