i hear sidewalk conversations
around the house
if any at all
away from the elements
silence is the default state of this place
humming from the television replaces the sound of the wind
chirping of the benevolent birds
swooshing of the teetering trees
muffles the sound of life so much
sheltering suffocation makes it hard to breathe
fluorescence substitutes for the sun
artificial light can only create artificial conversations
I’m warning code blue for cold blue
the warmth of the light is unable to pass through windows
air conditioning is the weather
so much so that home is the new earth
when a storm visits there is no need to leave
just press a button instead
talks across tables occur like strangers along streets
walking on the sidewalk of information exchange
abstract avoidances of the human condition
and nonexistent eye contact leads to loneliness
now the most common form of pain
ad nauseam living
if it can be called that at all
i think I might be sick
like i am on a meandering ship
jolting across the ocean unable to ride with the waves
with adapted passengers blind to their senses
they overthrew the helm for comfort as they see it
only their eyes are clouded and their hearts are clogged
mistaking life for fleeting thoughts and fleeting pleasure
i stare across the room waiting
but I’m met with blank stares across a sidewalk
brief conversations about the weather of the new earth
met with disappointment I stay silent
wishing to discuss the climate outside
alone and tired of this same suffering day after day
i found peace at last the day i spotted the leak
they try to tread against the current with their broken ship
so i swim with the waves instead