This is your humanity

This is your humanity. This is what you are. Did you really think we were all Kierkegaard's and Augustine's? No. No. No. My friends. They were far from that and so are you and I.

This is your humanity. These people wandering alleys at three a.m.

This is your humanity. These people drinking high rev coffee at sunset.

This is your humanity. These people pissing in cabs.

This is your humanity. Fifty-nine cents and the make-shift-abortion's stairwell bruises.

This is your humanity.

Get out of my dreams. Get out of my dreams. I left that place to forget you. I now see the wisdom in the spider's web. You don't know where you're going until it's too late. Why do I see you when I close my eyes. How can I have insomnia at noon? How can I toss and turn when it's light out. Why do I see the center line before passing off. Why do I dream about being awake?

This is your humanity.

How can a town so small contain so much?

The gas station is lit up like a funereal pyre. How can you, how can we go there. Instinctively. And file in. Talk to the clerk. He does not care, but he will pretend for seventy cents or five minutes. Whichever you prefer.

Speak your opinions.
If they mattered you wouldn't be here.

Speak your mind.
If you had one you wouldn't be here.

Speak the truth.
There are no lies at five in the morning.

And the sun used to drain me. It used to empty me. It took my soul. And I was glad. I didn't like my mindset anyway.