just pretend i’m not a stone angel and blink

yeah i’m still around

i’m just waiting for someone

to make an interesting sound

 

beer cans abound

and the noise they make

when you pop their top

is the only intelligent conversation i’ve had of late

 

so i drink

and walk with no expectation

lift my weights

listen to my music

 

and know that there is no one i can talk to

because you can’t talk to

someone who thinks that the universe

is just an expression of their needs

 

and yeah i know beautiful women

who you want to tell are relevant

 

forget the endless expanse of a hundred trillion stars

she is by far

the meaning, the reason, the purpose

 

but in truth i just can’t

if i do not speak

i won’t have to recant

 

her beauty makes me ache

but i cannot partake

cause i won’t mean it when i say

she is the reason i display

that faith without works is dead

 

so i instead

know that whatever you put

between two pieces of bread

is nothing but molecules

 

and nothing in that imagery

is all that delectable

 

so call the constable

i beg for solitary confinement

 

exist in your refinement

just don’t interact with me

in a manner which expresses

your existence has meaning

 

and not expect platitudes

there is no gratitude

on my part because you bestowed

your favor on me

 

just let me be

in my reality

that after you and me

somewhere down the darkness of eternity

 

you will find the end

that will begin

when unexcited photons

floating at the temperature of space

all else will be erased

as decay conquers and finds its final resting place

 

and if you don’t understand

let me give you a hand

 

no, wait a minute

let me not

let me turn the corner

on these dark streets of decay

and we will imagine each other

as someone who is too far away

 

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