complaint

& i am so
motherfucking
tired,

so tired i can feel
fissures developing
in my bones,
the bigger ones,
the one in my thigh and
the one in my chest
quaking like california
under tectonic duress -

and this is boring,
so motherfucking
boring,

so boring that i have
canned myself like
cling peaches,
filled up my insides
with syrup & even my brain
is yellowed,
sickly with it

and they say
no man is an island
and i'm calling bullshit
from my roof
howling at the dawn
every man
is islanded,
surrounded by the pelagic
nothingness,
the whirl & whorl of sea
& wind
the sound of a seagull
that i take to be mourning
but is actually
hunger