That ( occasional ) shit feeling
Today, I am an unanswerable question
a dwelling with no real inhabitation to offer
a sour apple that refuses to be picked
from the tree of myself
and the worlds too full of emptiness
I'm rich with newly minted problems
that cannot be spent
a blank signpost
a room heavily dosed with shadows.
I'm riding in a vehicle that is unstoppably speeding
towards a darker than dark place.
Tomorrow I must have another blindfolded hand dip
in the lucky bag
maybe I'll find a toy of everlasting happiness there
or in another fucking dream!