Lying in bed, listening to the ice cubes melt
while I melt into my mattress
CLINK
CLINK
thinking
about all those people
I don’t know
and all those people
who don’t know me
the ones before
and those after
a whole history.
I stare at empty space,
and know what I’m going to do.
People try
but not even 10 percent.
People love
but not even 20.
How can they?
As mannikins?
As in-human robots?
There is something tired
about their efforts
Something, unwilling
They scream on the roadways
to feel more human.
They honk
to make noise.
If you can make music all day
it will sing inside of you
at night.
I have always wanted
my own mind.
I follow clues
like a detective
learning a crime
Those murders in my mind
minutes
turn into hours
as time fades
while
I
make-up my
mind
in the dark.
Intellectual Shaman 