Hungry for Death ~ Friday, November 14, 2025

Surreptitiously, a sandwich appears
under what pretext is anyone's guess
rail-thin, not an ounce in excess, runner
ready to race against lost time, his fears
engineered by society, he knows
perhaps he longs for death, no more, no less
tipsy with lightheadednss, the gunner
in the cockpit, shoots to kill, his free will
triggers the end of meaning, as time slows
in tune with the body, still he must wait
off chance he passes in his sleep, no luck
under the sun, for others, yes, rat bait
silently kills the will to live, lost puck
lost in the stands, no worries, time to kill
yet, who wants to live forever, when young

adolescence is the best of the worst

sample adulthood, all uphill from here
absent any sense of hope, why he clung
needlessly to notions of legacy
destiny is not fate, actors rehearsed
wicked trickster legends for the stage, mere
immortality, he soon left the troupe
challenged by emptiness, love too racy
he felt too shy, but what did it matter

apparently, nothing matters but death
pretend he could grow fatter and fatter
pretend, underwater, he holds his breath
eat the goddamn sandwich, a news scoop
appears in the local journal, wet rag
read by everyone and no one, no fears
sandwich is gone, taken, a total slag

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