"Weird for the sake of [being] weird." - Moe Szyslak

A syndrome of apathy

I crave the lights at extreme rates
Flashing in my pupils
As the gusts of wind
And rain, I am drained out of compassion
Consideration
I thrive in the arms of consternation
And high speed internet
I gaze obsessively at
The razing traffic and smirk
Wickedly when it jams
I pour another coffee and swallow it
Promptly

No time to savor it or getting burnt

And I dwindle and
Dwell semi-sane in
My post-modern haven

But the truth is
I don't know any other, no longer


M.S. 22-12-2006