My
mind runs around the track like a race dog chasing the mechanical
rabbit slave dog performing in a pungently backwater display of evolutions absence chasing falseness the promise of something instinctually desirable or once tasted and forever coveted
how cruel to give the beast a scrap of game just to keep it running round
without comfort without love touched most by six sides of a cage and the memory
of inky pins imprinting identity or whatever the breeder thought that was or
should be how many times can I travel the damnable raceway these trenches of
churned mud where comrades have blown their last unfulfilled blood riddled breathes before I
become obsolete maybe if I’m lucky someone pulls me out puts me in a home where
humans walk on eggshells for fear of my past rearing its ugly head
and ripping the falsely peaceful present to ribbons.
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