i am evicted
from bed again
last night i dreamt
of something meaningful
probably
maybe it was
the unspoken truths of being
that lurk in the shadows
of our words
or the silence
that dwells in the pauses
of our voices our
vices
why do we lie
in bed trying to find reason
behind stacked turtles in barren pastures
at what phony validation
do we find ourselves
grasping
for instant
gratification
or instant
dinners
in the freezer
i can pee while it cooks
wipe the seat because
i missed
when these pants werent so tight
because fitting in is something
i would still like
if the lights werent so bright
and the microwave werent so loud
but who am i to complain
it was the first one to speak to me today
its four o clock
pizza rolls with ketchup
is where i am right now
where will i be later
and how will i get there
i think
the middle is still frozen