clenched teeth
in my sleep the night
before two hundred
miles needs driven
to awake to a combination
of insipid hammers
driving silver nails
into hazel discombobulation
as a fool drives through
the frigid rain to
spend the week in
a hotel in texarkana

spent the weekend
lounging with the kids
ignoring the words
thrumming in my skull
now angry hornets
stinging mercilessly
demanding their release

the rain drapes everything
a turgid mist suffocating
the dreary nothingness
in concrete disdain thrusting
from the earth angrily
to prove we once existed
despite all the evidence
pointing toward how absurd
this entire facade truly is