this era of gluttony versus
hunger, when humanity has disappeared like vapor into the
ether, the swiftly-loosening earth’s ever-thinning atmosphere....
we go back and forth between wearing our
hearts upon
our sleeves and building towering
levees around our flaccid,
epicene selves....
eat a couple of big bananas rather than
nosh on tidbits until the
crack of dawn.
how might i swing these limbs becoming detached from my
i swing my
limbs as i watch them detach from
an infertile, ineffective
dump of a trunk that lacks hunger or drive. its set of decaying teeth,
as if to emphasize this incapacity, fails each attempt to chomp off an acrid hunk....
