I fear you’ll think
that I’m insane
my brain in pain
not sad
not glad
nor feeling bad
angry
kangri
shangri
no good rhyme for that, I fear
No matter when we disappear
why bother with a souvenir?
the auctioneer
sells an armchair
airfare
healthcare
nightmare
just who’s bidding on this shit?
there’s nothing you can do with it.
no more can I stay stolid
things once solid
now gone squalid
what can I do
to make things better?
write a letter
knit a sweater
climb in a trunk
get really drunk
simply crawl into a ball
and try to be so small
so small
all seems in vain
king chaos shall reign
aye, I sigh.
the end draws nigh
we all will die
You don’t believe the sky is falling
until a chunk of it falls on you.
defying atrophy 