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July 3, 2010

christ

another
disaster

another
obstacle

another
damned decision

how
can I
decide
which way
to go
when
I don’t
know
where the hell
I’m going

barely know
where
the fuck
I’ve been

gettin’
so hard
to
remember

with all
the
energy
boosters
beta blockers
mood
relaxers
and
sex enhancers

sedatives
and
laxatives
son’a bitchin’
additives

I just
don’t know
no
mo’
just don’t

think I’ll
just
sit here
on
my ass
and
watch
the
bio-altered
morally
faltered
cash-injected
flu
infected
cell-updated
stimulated
oil-coated
over
bloated
computer-aided
portfolio
raided
mind-expanded
emotionally
stranded
flesh parade
go by

wanderin’ on
lost
as sheep
can
be

lost as me

all
those
assholes
hurry by

like they
got
some
important mission
that
they’re on

like
they got
someplace
to really
be

they don’t
know
what
it
even means
to be

here
now

hell
they ain’t
no place
to
begin with

nobodies
from
nowhere

their
shiny shoes
don’t
fool me

I
can see
right through
their
crap

they’re just
runnin’
to
keep up

with whom
they
do not
know

runnin’
runnin’
runnin’ out
runnin’ down

runnin’ off
at
their
damned fool
mouth

expellin’
gas
from their
empty
heads
ruinin’
the ozone

and
still
they’re runnin’

runnin’
to outrace
the
wrinkles

runnin’
to outreach
the grave

runnin’ scared

terrified
to stop
for fear
reality
will catch up

scared
that all
that they
ain’t
got
will overtake
them
face to face
while
they race
round
and round
like fools

rushin’
to get
more
of nuthin’
when
it’s nuthin’
that’s
got them

the nobodies
from no place
rushin’ roun’
with
nuthin’

‘cept
those
shiny shoes

and
they’re
damned near
wore out
from runnin’

chasin’
the bullshit
dreams

security
equality
annuity
gratuity
equity
prosperity

that phony
american dream
of
plenty

yeah
we
got plenty

plenty stress
and plenty
fear

and
we got
plenty belly

that’s
what
we got

obesity
anxiety
and
fuckin’
worn out
shoes

worn out
nerves
worn out
friends
worn out
love
worn out lives

just plain
and
simple
wore out

and now

another
god damned
fork
in the
fuckin’ road

know
where you
can
stick
that fork

no

better still

stick
that fork
in me

I’m done

 

this representative work of fiction was inspired by a Writer’s Island prompt

• digital art above, entitled “I’m done”, created by the author