On the Rocks

You start to wonder
when the eye of the camera
will go blind,
get blurry,
tired,
sleep.
 
Sleep, our weakness,
our eyes close if we
let them
 
Strung out on
boredom
watered down
enthusiasm
feelings on the rocks
earth goes round and
round and we’re in it and
we’re stuck here until someone
somewhere does something
about it
 
breathing each other’s oxygen
until we choke.
But hey, at least we didn’t
have to worry about much.
 
What a mixed up
imagination this world
has
 
skin sleeved in ink
illustrating the many
pot holes of the human
mind
mistakes
memories
etched road maps
 
but it’s all neither here
nor there.

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