Friday, October 11, 2024

ANNIHILATION PHASES

I'm so vein, I probably think 
this next thought 
is about me.

*

Now I'm so present, 
I probably think 
this world is just 

the sum of all 
the facts I have—minus 
my intentions. 

*

Now I'm so numbed 
by the irony 
of presence, 

it's hard 
to locate such 
displaced rage; 

from this distance, 
it's hardly efficacious 
to complain—

it's hardly judicious 
to call them 
my aches.