Obtusely Aloof

Wilted flowers, call comes in all odd hours;

All in the beginning, all in the end:

Star dust, space sludge—

Scorched husk beyond the last;

Walking dust, it’s too much—

Talk today, talk about yesterday:

Plan around the foreseeable array;

Convulse as it all goes South all the same:

Bad mouth, wire chewing mouse,

self-fulfilling, hindsight ego distilling…

Wait a week, all will still beat at the brink—

Ear to ear, cut for another year:

Shiny, smiley; alarmingly timely;

New shoes, new groove,

gattling grove in obtuse aloof:

Phallic in passive;

Generally genital,

What is asexuality if not a stunted—

developmental delay

‘Carpe diem,’

So high, undoing every seam;

Anal-retentive,

Consciously dismissive—

Oligarchical oedipus…

Is it wandering, wondering,

or none of us?

Falling into rust, a hunk before scarred,

interstellar junk