you crouch
in the cacophony
under the helpless
flailing
pistols of righteousness
inside
the miserable
multitude
of apathetic
answering machines
to no one's questions
no one's questioning ...
brash agents of rejection
and frustration
who burn you with their forks
flaming with wit
you turn
the hurt on
and off
like the bathroom
faucet
when you brush
your teeth
after taking
a leak
you hiccup
with delight
at the spastic
homeless
last hope
shells
curled
and strewn
across the sidewalks
in old
moth eaten
army blankets
being cracked
by the blue white cold
cuddling the
alcoholic content
of the pan handle
you've been
ensconced
enveloped
encrusted
encased
embraced
by the mocking
scorn of
the nimble
minded
hypocritical
and tenured
doctoral psychos
wracked by
their
bitter
brazen
boastful
delusions
in salacious
seclusion
and bitten by a venom
more numbing than fear
do they hear?
through which
stair case
do they descend
in the bitter end
amid the last impatient
howls for
more! more! more!
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