All one must do, to know the current state of humanity
is to go to a public place
If you don’t think about your dreams
you start to gather a sense of the people.
I go to the gym
where everybody watches each other
inside of mirrors.
The girls look good, with their legs, and pullies, and iPods
and they admire their bodies, and the men talk about sports.
The freak on the treadmill makes strange sounds
and I think about what I want
It all boils down to feelings…
like a chemical soup—sex, fame, adventure, and a good death.
It takes courage to live well
but Balls without a plan
ends in pregnancy—and a life, I don’t want.
The girls stretch
their muscles are tense—their buttocks are firm
gravity takes time to sag.
I pass people I see from high school in the hallways
and we pretend we don’t know each other
We didn’t know each other then
but we have shared the same space
and now, not much has changed.
It’s less lonely
on a cold mountain
without any feelings
Even the trees, seem like they care
The mirrors are worse, than looking at people directly
Everybody, looks into the mirror.