I put pen on paper
with blind hope that
muscle memory will lead me further.
While flexible poses fashioned my flighty youth,
I can feel the rigid rigor mortis
setting upon the dusk of my adulthood.
Ah! I can indeed survive by merely scrolling
and autotyping
and generally not using my brain.
Play nostalgic games
cocooned in comfort
in beer bosom.
Do the same work and
not get off the treadmill
even when I know
I am never going anywhere
on this broken machine.
I know I can but should I?
If the dart is hitting the middle of the forehead
maybe it is time to skateboard off to
an unknown vortex!
