Indecision. Self doubt. Disgust. The admission of futility. And so, a little break. A little of this and that… A brief interlude.
Sensations of fractured glass tumbling through my veins.
Posed as a model, exposed and vulnerable, pale skin burning beneath false light.
Tiny claw marks, fresh in the dust, behind and above and within.
Ponderous steps through sickly tar, the stench of fermented gasses lifting as a miasma into my lungs.
Keys of plastic, bags of them, letters and numbers, a thousand monkeys shaking red cups of warm beer that smells like urine.
Whales of cumulus breach and explode scattering the froth of grey exhaust spewn from city buses.
Acres of withered milkweed poison orange and black monarchs that slow their wing beats, stop and tumble to the desiccated soil.
Granite seams, never friendly, stick and build the ire they hold for the fools at the surface.
A purple fungus tickles its mycelium along the nodules that have sprouted from my spine.
The penis of mighty Zeus hangs useless, spent and decrepit, having buried its head amongst the folds of a dying Gaea.