Straight Flat Lines
j.dyson
Glistening winter
birth of barely bearable
endless winds...
now crippled
a diminished capacity
a straight line-
beneath the weight of
total control.
We all
flat-down deep smoosh
down to
no depth at all.
And all-
peeking helplessly
-the time go by-
seconds counted by
callous layers
and drops of sweat...
Suddenly-
crackers and chips are stale
-all too crunchy for the weakened jaw
everything in the kitchen
growing green
in glowing green
eyes-reflecting, only
denying-
the stale
the true
the spreading rot.
