a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








inception


i walk around like a corpse
not because i am lonely or ill or lost,
i walk around like a corpse because i am empty,
like a fat, tin can.

i once heard someone say that when all else disintegrates,
& the earth is a barren lifeless desert,
the only thing that will remain is styrofoam.
see styrofoam is non-biodegradable.

i imagine that when the end of the earth comes,
human beings will be the first to go.
we have become far too dependant on everything,
houses, food, warmth, love, hate, plastic, gardens.
when the end comes we will perish quickly.
next will be the animals,
then the plants, the bodies of water, the mountains,
the stones & the sand.
then the material things will break down,
the plastics & the metals, cars, iron basins, bricks.
then there will be nothing left
except the very core rocks of the earth.
it is there that the styrofoam will have its glory,
floating around alone, stuck by gravity to a desolate planet,
the sole survivor.
the styrofoam will float about in the wind,
through the dust, so proud.

i believe that is where my soul resides,
on a breeze on an earth far away from this one.
where dust & wind & styrofoam reign supreme, roaming relentlessly.
yes that must be where my soul resides
because really there is no other plausible explanation
for this emptiness.


written on 2004-04-04 at 9:02 p.m.

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