Friday, December 6, 2013

centipede fuck-me

O to write a chronicle of misery
(none would want to read it)
(i don't even want to read it)
Motion ceasing and daylong stuttered misstep prolonged, extending, the champion Nothing, broad grand unfurled Nothing, day-crushing limb-tearing Nothing, and on and on, so on, so such on and such such so on....
When pills run out, or else on the random chance, whenever wherever, reasons unknown, reasons non-extant, just the mindless Cycling.
Tears but not really, sobbing but not quite. Stasis, unmoving, fixed, affixed, froze, suchlike etc.
Days like this, days and weeks. Flow, what flow? Nonesuch now, just, just--Nothing.
So flow, thus, the unflow, so--Nothing.
Day-crushed breathless and gasping, long day dead day, no-day, Nothing.
And on and on like this, and on, and on...
Reasons unknown, reasons unborn, REASONLESS.
Hello Random, Hello Spontaneous, Unmoved Mover, Demiurge.
Fast-food crying jag in the back booth, but not really. Not so romantic, not so expressive. Just the listless silent eye-twitched tongue-lolled Naught Naught Nothing.
And as said, as said, days like this, whole days, whole weeks.
Whole life, whole future scene. Revealed. Unveiled. Unfurled.
Whole days, non-days, non-lives, stasis, static.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.