Seven . . .

In’?

by Stormcat

I wake up in morning light disappointed to realize that I didn’t die in my sleep

wonder why I persist in perusing this state of living

this self centered mindless creep

Inertia?

Night’s darkness pursues challenging and eroding existence

until sadness breaches heavily defended harbors

and fear motivates sleeplessness

Insomnia?

Pressure builds toward a state of untenable integrity so all structure is at risk

hot noxious odorless vapors render undetectable demise

until the explosive breach rains ash then lava

Incontinence?

Numbing repetition seems to be the order, classroom stretching into life

rote memorization, formulaic procedure extinguishing creativity

discouraging initiative facts cluttering minds

Infestation?

One can’t help but wonder as the memory of the progression is muddy

that now the addiction/obsession precludes living normally

clarity resides only in the memory of that first high

Initiation?

I dream of elephants walking on the moon in elephant space suits

ha ha ha how far they leap . . . giant bounds, soft landings, collecting moon rocks

the size of houses . . . a payload that can never be brought home

Insatiation?

The home represents the shackles and the feeding the same, though inadequate

the beatings are also welcome as the only real focused attention . . .

Trust your ability you say . . . and find what

Independence?

Anyone have any clue how much technology doesn’t matter, how much the trappings

of the privileged are moot. Illusion, buoyed to hype

“I must drive an exotic rather than, God forbid, a domestic”

Infatuation?

I’ve got an idea. Instead of sending up billion dollar a-piece stationary orbit satellites

why don’t we just shotgun a huge lot of cheap reflective junk spaced randomly

then bounce the com signals in exquisite redundancy

Instant Bureaucracy?

Except for friendship, I wouldn’t be telling you this that your reputation isn’t as you think

Neither as a man of integrity, nor as a man notorious are you known . . .

Just as a loudmouth full of bullshit

Injury?

Well I shouldn’t insist on writing this iniquity because people will think insidious schemes

are at work and thereafter instigate a rebellion saying that it personally insinuates

some kind of instability therewithin . . . Ha!

Insecurity?

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