Suffering is a state of mind
If indeed you have a mind
The ability to speak does
Not
Make you right minded
Or left in a field of daisies
Dreaming
And yet – HARK - this
Noise
Fills the air
Hanging there
Like a wet towel stinking and
Raw
A damp taste on your
Buds
And you are left
Craving ice and mountain air
And you are left wanting to
Hike the north face
Granite hard and clear as day
Left open mouthed
Eyes raised to the rolling flurries
That keep you upright on
Your spikes
But instead we hang beneath cars
Sucking giant tail pipes
Suck up the grey motherfucker
This is what we do
Accept it
And you are right
Craving acceptance and credibility
And you are left alone
With no one to face
Granite hard and black as night
Open mouthed
Eyes raised
Upright on your spikes
And by the way
Turkey
Chicken
Duck
Pig or warthog
They’re all the same
Gobble, snort, rut, fuck, die.