The godless August sun knifes <br />through the curtainless windows. <br />Another day sentenced to <br />animated amnesia. <br /> <br /> <br />Every step I take <br />will be swimming through salt. <br />My very breath will make <br />the odor of dead ridebts <br />seem like lilacs in May. <br /> <br /> <br />I will: <br />go to work <br />eat my lunch <br />work some more <br />come home. <br /> <br /> <br />I will: <br />eat some more <br />watch 'Joe Millionaire' <br />go to sleep <br />with an index finger <br />lodged up my anus. <br /> <br /> <br />I will: <br />do this without pleasure, <br />without pain, without interest, <br />without thinking, without doubt, <br />without meaning to, but because <br />I should. <br /> <br /> <br />After all, it was good enough <br />for my parents.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-eaten-by-locusts/
