A Sunday walk away...

It’s in the details

Sleeping soundly all night,
I hadn’t noticed how the room had changed.

Adjusted, readjusted, and moved around…
Put back again, and then again
in the same way that it’d been before.

Only now it was different in the most minuscule of ways.

Like the coffee table smelled slightly more like my hair,
though only from the couch;
up close, there was nothing to be noticed.

And the chair with cushions for your arms and your head,
while still composed of the same general characteristics,
no longer seams as comfortable as it did last night.

Other than these small infractions,
there is no proof of anything, I suppose.

Society Overcome with Shame

Too far
removed from the situation
to care.

Almost alone
except for my self,
my conscious,
my morals,
degenerate
Slimy slinky snake-skinned
tongue-twister
running about causing chaos.

America’s mind bent on
saving
everyone from everything,
except God and the salesmen;
while we are under lock and key,
they are free to roam.

So sell your soul,
but not for drugs
buy drugs,
but never for pleasure
sell your vagina,
but not yourself
on your time,
on your property,
in your home,
beware.

Drive by Truckers