sell-outs and shut-ins

tourists in their own lives, with their heads down in phones, slowly walking around with dubious direction, everything is a surprise, because the world tends to change when you refuse to look up, and follow your strides. calling home while ordering a meal. oh this burrito, it's going to be amazing! i can't wait to eat it, and feel exhausted, and laugh about it until my gut consumes my navel. worthy of a hero. did you see the cats on the internet? they know how to live. did you hear about the lady at the mall? yeah she deserved it. she deseeerved it. what was she thinking? tilt in the space created for your impulse. an egg in a carton. bask in the radiance of the luxurious hamburger. oh the options. oh the power. second rate temptations, for bottom feeding waking-dreamers. eye feeders. lurid cake stalkers. convenience creepers. nice haircut. i like your shirt. and that tattoo. yeah the dog gently caressing the breasts of the chicken. amazing. duuude. well, y'know i love my father. hunching into the flickering glow, laugh when you're taught. from the time you were born. cue. boxed stories compelling vacuous stares sucking down the unwinding yarn; black holes consuming stars. got to get home. got to get home. tilting back in the seat of your car, screaming your lack of love to a song. she was the one, she was the one for you. and almost hit a bum. lights, dilate, reaction. almost hit a big foot. these don't really exist. pardon you while you burst into flames? pardon me while i drift away. while i feather on the wind, mere dust in your naked eye. a figment in the periphery and regarded no more. a living ghost. the unknown tale. a wandering ignorance. a black mark leaning on your white walls. the golden age of regret. oh i would trade my left testicle for a banana sundae, right now. well i would give up my child for more of the simple things in life. i redeemed myself by running someone off the road on sunday. did you see the sticker? i heard that author everyone likes is going to write a book everyone will read. oh sweet validation. i did that too. i went running, for my health. i ran in a box. i ran to you. mauled by a bear, kidnapped with a black eye. all in a dream. where the wolf told me he'll use your doubts against you. all in a dream, of course. the beeping and ringing, replaces courtesies, and will consign them to communicate. stop. no go ahead. bzzzrt. danger will robinson. giggling with phantom inclusion. window worker. all is wanted. culture in a dryer tumble. it comes out a little more faded after the wash. and still worn. i don't recognize the stitching. but it still conforms to my body, and it's guaranteed to offend.