constrictors

the boredom sinks into my veins like vines
out of the jungles of the Amazon:
relentless and consuming.

the ideas warp themselves into my head
like new cars left alone on a highway,
ungoverned and caught
in an eternal acceleration.

the rules will have to be devised
around the body of this world
in my head,
and that is the only way to save it.

yet, it cannot be done
without breaking the laws of man's limits.

for this, i am, sorry, love,
i cannot build a world for you
in less than a day.

damn this shell we live in.
this shell we drive to work and
to minute points of happiness.

the ideas warp out of my head as hunger coils
around me like constrictors
out of the mortal world:
selfish and limiting and consuming.


2008.sep.24