the fan
mocks me
oscillating
spinning
so very quickly
yet never quite
spinning out

perhaps
it is me
have i become
no more than
a motor set
with broken
gears capable
of only stuttering
motions going
nowhereatall
incidental sparks
dyingalone

it takes
moreandmore
when all i have
is less to give
pitted bones
from harvesting
marrow to fend off
the bill collectors
no more plasma
tradingdreams
for scraps

two full shelves
and a beard soon to be
long enough
i can hang myself
in another noose
of my own devices
tooheavytoodeep
toopoetictoactuallyread
toobigavocabulary
toorawtoorealtoohonest
toomuchwhilesomehow
never being enough