The tedium of the itchy eyeball – just the act of looking is annoying.
Better just to let those fleshy lids fall
you never notice anything worth seeing anyway
– no clear vision to present the world.
Nothing that would make even the most slack-jawed catch their breath.
Just receive what gets transmitted
with nothing
sense making apparatus in that shirt pocket
you call mind.
Mind you, wouldn’t know the way you go on
– gabba gabba all damn day.
Anything for a motherfucking look-at-me.