Blinking Awake

see life as very uncomfortable space

see life as place to tumble, fall down bumpy chute

see life as scrapes and bruises, punctured juices

not as cotton clouds of avoidance

of feelingless joy, of selfless dances of void

irresolute, noncommittal spoiled brute

meaningless nuisance, go find the noose

get it over with, son, or don’t, come join the fun

down this stone, gravel road.