insipid blue light

tonight

this insipid blue light

is tearing through

the sinew of

my very eyes,

bloodshot

and boiling with

the fluid that is

bent and misshapen now

and no rest for the

wicked bullshit

which this modern world

requires

handed down not from forefathers

as the station of man

but as a new disease that we have all

contracted

this divalent

viral fungous

into the very marrow

of man

and here i am

a fool to still be seated

in a deceivingly hard chair

my brains melted down

to the floor

and i roll over them with every minor

adjustment

i have gotten good

at some

of these things

and others

i am so far removed

it wastes far more time than

it saves

and i long for days

of woods walking

and running through fields

i should become a ranch hand

and never see the glow of

the power

again

i’d be sure

to read

by candlelight

instead

or, fuck that

just go to bed

and rise with the sun

cured of this vampirical

disease

and standing in the

first rays of day

finally fit as a statue in the

gleaming of the sun and thus

modern man

reborn