Empire Of The Senseless

Where is the beginning? I can’t stop reaching for a place to begin. It’s tempting, this nasty world we live in; every mouth that opens before you encourages survival. It’s not fair!  My body aches for these mouths! My spirit wants to spit down their lying throats. How dare you tempt me with this sickness that plagues you! How dare you to beg me to join your fate! What is this fear that you care so much to recognize in me? Why do you need me to encourage the movement you choose to make? I cannot be this thing you disgust. That lives inside you. Rip it out! Remember your nature and scream bloody murder at the top of your lungs. I will be waiting. It’s lonesome without a soul but my own. I will always be ready for you to return home. It will always be you.              I’m on the road again. I am fleeing. I haven’t gone anywhere. I’m dreaming. I walk into a diner in New York City. There is a gorgeous women yelling at the waiter, ‘I didn’t order this shit!’ I walk between them and ask to be seated with her. ‘W