sick of looking for answers

coyote_the_trickster_by_hyraxattax-d4azwu2

Sick of Looking for Answers

A late
supper is
better than
no supper.

 

Random sex is
better than
no supper.

 

Anxiety whets
the appetite
for things
too awkward
to swallow.

 

It’s a
culinary world,
a digestive
tract with
no exit.

 

Things backlog.

 

The word
becomes flesh
&
out pop
the cannibals.

 

I wish
I had
more respect.

 

For the
tribe of
my elders.

 

For the
melting pot
that we
stew in.

 

For slow
thinkers.

 

I tap
messages
on the
skulls of
the dead.

 

The grime-
covered
hand of
the trickster,
flashing cards
drenched in
blood.

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