the rain has made its way
into my lungs, cloud cover
blocks the signal & I'm quiet
each car door slam, distant
dog bark, I'm smaller, further,
sinking into the floorboards
indifferent to this simulation,
the perceptual isolation of this
life, removed from all sense
absently chewing on reality,
arbitrary social contracts, object
permanence, & my lower lip
cursing the homemade roadblocks
frustrating the paths to nirvana,
all the self-fulfilling incapacity
mostly I'm just bored, overthinking
the world, laying around & watching
the fucking Roku screensaver