As I lay sleeping with the fires
Burning inferno flickering along
Jagged borders, nodding to a beat
-The next day is harder-
-The next way is harder-
Until there is nothing left
Save the grinding of my
Churning teeth, fine salts
Procured.

If I felt like opening the blinds-
A world where the worms are eaten,
The birds pecking at the bread
I give unto them.

Salesman of the year goes to
The man with the suit matching
His shirt
Matching his pants
With a belt more expensive
Than my house
My car
And my girlfriend.

If I felt like it
Then that is what I would see,
But instead I’ll find my way
Among the ruins
Of reality with a bag under my arm
And a song in my head.