another day, another post

by Jason Alan

randomness.

it’s lovely, it’s lonely. comic and cosmic.

i could talk about rain, or the cigarettes I’m rolling

not at the moment, though

hard to roll and write

but what does one write about when it feels as though the mind is a blank slate?

a clogged drain. nasty hair, food and who knows what other particles stuck to it.

particles. subatomic particles. particle board.

so bored.

what does one write when the white pages are infinite?

when the word count is endless?

sigh.

maybe the rooftops need more screamers

fighting injustice and inequality

with fists, focus and femurs

possibly the sleeping in their silky, lily white beds need more dreamers

maybe whatever