i am falling
into myself
beating a
hasty retreat
from this
plastic landscape
where everyone
chatters endlessly
yet no one
says anything
of value at all
just parrots
squawking
preening themselves
desperate to be
acknowledged
while i slink
back to the darkness
afraid to be seen

i cannot tell
if i am mute
or god is deaf
or maybe neither
of us exist
as these prayers
fall limply
and hopes go
soundly unheard
but i keep railing
against the bastards
that don’t know how
to leave things
well enough alone
sending love letters
by sparrow
while curling up
smallerandsmaller
andsmallerstill
facelessly facing
the blank slate
of eternal disbelief