runic jolt
Mountains of Paper
Scattered across the carpet
Of the living room
The sun
Shines through
My windows
Between the mad and the sane
Between hospitals
And schools
The world
Still
Keeps turning
I sit halfway
And savor the love
Of the unjust
Repeating their cycles
Loving without reason
God, I hate them
I hate them all.
And all that can be done
Is to sit and spit
Unheard words
While someone
In some cubicle
Struggles
To maintain control
dark lintel