Worn Out

Worn out by love
Worn out by pain
Worn out by people
Worn out by talk
Worn out by dreams
Worn out by expectations
Worn out by dismay
Worn out by politics
Worn out by society
Worn out by animals
Worn out by children
Worn out by exercise
Worn out by appointments
Worn out by hope
Worn out by fear
Worn out by anxiety
Worn out by feeling
Worn out by sex
Worn out by it all.

Shifting Politics of Stupidity

I felt like a wreck trying to walk to the bus. My body's in pieces and I'm told that I hope to get better. Meanwhile I fall apart. There's no sinking ships here - just empty vessels. There's no use in florid language when I describe what's really happening.

Physio appointments, subjects of pain. Moments of wondering if this is real or just another example of a photogenic death. No one reads you anyway, it's all just for show. But the part that wins is the part that dies.

Bone structure and muscle tightness. Linking the two together so that they become stones. The rest become like glass. Rehabilitation of destruction. Seismic shifts in disintegration. And we build our laws on shifting politics of stupidity.

Hip to hip
Heart to heart
Who knows that we're all
Just fallling apart

And in these silent moments, I feel so stupid that I only wish it would end. A pill, a cream or something stronger. Tomorrow's another day. Another day to repeat the same old things that make it all worse.