BREATHING AMNESIA
- Apr 24
- 1 min read
By Sticks & Stones Poet
Yeah good,
You know keeping busy,
Getting lost in the hours,
One day bleeding into another,
Breathing amnesia,
Adopting contagious resistance,
To literally everything,
Becoming adept at exchanging banalities,
Isolating in solitary sweaty exchanges,
Living on the outskirts of the consumer-driven dream,
Constructing little hedonistic monuments,
Dry humping the carcass of my last hope,
Desperately trying to get a rise out of it,
Carving idols out of shadows,
In the corners of my room,
Debating the relevance of my own existence,
You know..the usual stuff.