Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Tempting Confectioners (Have A Cookie & Shut Up)

I could devote my life to something.
It hands me a cookie.
My heart’s not in it, as I chew.
What I temporarily savor
Does not sate craving.
It’s confusing. Am I chasing
What I want? Do I need
To win a rejecting fire
To cool. My oxygen
Is it’s hunger. Might feel warm —
Get too close, burned.
I could save the world
Before myself, sacrificing
All I ever dreamed, want,
Which I tired of chasing.

Oh, look! Another cookie.
I clutched handfuls in youth.
What was I doing, needing
The likes of you, rejectors,
My tempting confectioners?


5.29.22

Something I started without knowing where I was going, thinking about culture grafting sections of dystopian fiction to f with minds…work, social platforms and other gathering places. When are robots redacting uprisers who haven’t tired like me?

Seek but fail at perfection; this will have to do for now.