Woke cramping and sweating
Phone bright and buzzin'
Saw that light, heard that rumblin'
Rumor mill up and running, summon
That internal combustion demon
to get the air flowing
After a few cycles, the clicking ceases
The diagnoses
Determines what a disease is
Until you die, gnosis ----------- is only a thesis
The tumor's true danger
Determined by where it sits
[I'm]
Under the table hustlin
While screaming
"Eat The Rich"
I desire
to be devoured by a bad bitch
There's neural pathways i'm trying to itch
Hiking paths that were never cleared for construction
Budget cut during early planing, nevermind production
The remnants of blueprints - only partial
Love is the law, but the law gone martial
Love under will-
If you can afford it
The hardships
Are the hardest
On the poorest
2 years with nose on tree-
I only thought of the forest
Didn't notice the smoke
Because I liked
The heat of the flame
This poem originally appeared in Locust Review 9 print edition. Social media image by Adam Ray Adkins. Locust Review 9 cover by Adam Ray Adkins.