On the treadmill of mindfulness, discordant eyes seek a detour.

Spellbound — he self-depreciates more
Than a dominatrixes slave in the literal;
Though it begs himself to face the question,
What else might his facebook be good for,
Encased in a thin glove of lukewarm sweat,
Time compiles and a man spends much of it
On the tasteless task of tying his shoes;
Unsupported by his thumbs of yesterday,
Impervious to the illusion of continuity,
Frequent bouts of nostalgic masterbation,
Each session needing an hour to expire,
Over girls next door in spandex leggings,
Whom for him never changed, thus do not live
Triggers him to act upon a baby’s grip
And wrenches him dry like an opened cactus,
Trusting the whole is the sum of his parts,
Evaporating his fluids on the desert floor.


Untitled_Artwork 8 copy

Advertisements

One thought on “On the treadmill of mindfulness, discordant eyes seek a detour.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s