Cable
Gabriel Duncan

Recycling
That's all this shit is
I just sit here and spout it out
I hit the playback feature on my brain and spit
Then the paper becomes less open
And I feel bared
What little solice
What incomprehensible
Masochistic drudgery
How loathesome
Five months
Sitting
Rewinding
Embelishing
Changing names
To protect the truth
But still so bare
Shedding the blanket
The suspension of belief
Every minute I relieve
Tearing out the drywall
And deconstructing
Rotting, slowly
Marinating
Splicing and producing
A single plot
A coherent thought
Living on caffeine and nicotine
Fueling my fire with sleep deprivation
Seeing it all again
All the time
I find myself
Groping my body blindly
Looking for stop
Or eject
Not that one
Though it is a nice diversion
Maybe off
I wish I had cable