these christmas lights don’t turn off
they blink incessantly
lighting up these cat’s and mri’s
constantly aware of what is going on
a scab that won’t go away
digging deeper and bleeding all over
uncontrollable spasms
not really knowing what beat i’m on
garnished with concerned glares
and over priced coffee
deaf to the world
sipping lightly and dreaming
of uncaring freedom
we’re feeding on cannibals
tearing flesh and drinking red wine
smashing out teeth
spoiled with violence
and cries of devotion
even here
all this animated meat
piled together
something is missing
something has wandered away
Did I leave the stove on?
What did he really mean?
I’ve got to return some video tapes.