Eclipsed

a poem.

Summer is hungry 

For the weak

The shaken

The “OMG What’s Happening”

The you never met

Mankind 

Conditioned & Seasoned

Food for the Beast

I’d rather have 

Smoke in my lungs 

Then between my ears

I’d rather be 

A Buccaneer

Lost at Sea

Then a man

On a bench

Third string

Crypto. 

Gasoline. 

Grocery.

Cracks in the pavement 

Delay in delivery 

F L O A T

Chosen reality

Attachment free

Entangled with nothing