a hole at the end of the world
smoke in the
distance grows thicker/blacker/a base level consummation of everything in the
path/Consummation or Consumption/doesn't matter anymore/its gonna come ‘round
soon/come ‘round and get us
i wanted to see home
again/talk to my family/tell mom i’m sorry/mom i’m sorry/i won’t do it
again/now or never/i wish these fucks would stop screaming/all they do is hoot
and scream/always nonsense/not one has ever said a sensible thing in their
entire lives/when i think of consummation i think of sex/everyone will quiet
down once they understand the gravity/there won’t be anything more to say
how many days since
the officers stopped coming/how long since they brought us food/I remember
pain/hollow and constant in my stomach/felt like the remnants of a hard punch/a
bruised inner cavity/then it went away/just stopped
now it has
returned/so hungry/STOP beating on the fucking doors/die already if that’s what
your gonna do/i want to eat a cockroach right now/i’d take my time with the
little guy/stalk him like a hunter/careful not to squish him/i want the guts to
burst on my tongue/not the floor/i wanna pick off his squirmy legs and chew
till there's nothing left/one at a time/dissect him bit by bit/savor him for as
long as i can
are they still
pounding on the doors or is that my head/the sound matches my heart/does food
fuel the heart or does water or does both or does god or does blood or
does/what else am i lacking/character/moral standards/abstract nonsense/stop
fucking screaming/STOP STOP STOP
i ate my stories
page by page/folded and balled and ripped/they tasted like paper/best i ever
had/knew they'd be good for something one day/knew I wasn't wasting my time
water is mostly gone
from the toilet/but the lights are still on/and at least they aren't beating on
the doors anymore/now they only cry and wail/should have written about a thick
juicy hamburger patty on a wheat bun/the kind with some little oats on top/and
all the sauces/sauces galore/sauces of every color and tangy flavor/and
pickles/and cheese/so many cheeses/sharp cheddar and pepper jack and muenster
and bree and bacon/big strips of bacon that stick out of the bun in pork grid
patterns/some jalapeņos/tiny pieces of ham/baklava on the side/an entire pan/if
i close my eyes real tight maybe this page will taste like
where is my
father/my father should have come to save me/our fathers should be our
heroes/until we grow up/until we are lying stock still on a prison bunk and the
fires outside are pushing smoke in the window and the guy below is laughing
like a hyena between bites of his own fingers and chunks of palm and then we
sort of realize heroes don't exist/they never have/just pretty pictures we
tried to draw in an ugly world
the bloods don't
yell for soup in their high pitched bitch call/the aryans stopped hating
niggers/the crips stopped walking and dancing and making silly hand signals and
saying the word folk/the pedophiles don't think of children anymore/they only
think of their insides halting in final catastrophic failure/then again/maybe
they do think of children/probably of eating them
the generators
stopped humming a while ago/now there is no light/i hear the roar outside/a
cacophony of violence/explosions/the crackling of grass ablaze/will these
cement blocks eventually burn/or will they act as an oven and cook me alive/i
am well on my way to finding out/i wanna sleep/but i’ve run out of paper and
the hollow knocking in my stomach/steady clock tick/but i don't need my biology
to tell me what time it is/i have known since the big hand struck over and the
little hit done/but still tick tock tick/the room won’t let me die/keeping me
alive like a life support system with no plug to pull/i ate my parole
papers/they tasted like freedom
i’m starting to
question the whole thing like maybe this is one of those deals that isn't
happening even though it seems like it is/maybe it only seems like it so i will
think it really is but in reality it isn't at all/just me playing tricks on
myself again/so hot/tick tock tick/and if this is just me thinking it is what
it is even if it isn't how do i make it stop seeming like it is and make it
seem like something it is not/or maybe it seems like what it is not trying to
disguise whatever it is by pretending to be what it is so i will start to
question whether it is what it is and run it all around in circles in my
head/tell me it isn't what it is/tell me it’s a beginning wearing a mask that
looks like the end
I don't want to know if heaven is real/heaven
scares me/angels seem like monsters/nothing that looks human should have
wings/i ate some of the bible/ezekiel and genesis/they tasted like wrath/god
doesn't seem natural/more like a film director that got it wrong/won’t get it
right despite winning oscars year after year/best screenplay/best
cinematography/best actors in supporting and lead roles/but never best
director/my heart sounds like a pendulum/i ate the script/it tasted false/maybe
he needs a new directors chair/maybe that’s the problem/his throne coming apart
at the seams
if i’m still here
when the world starts back up/wake me please/i’m so tired/so hungry/so hot/i
wonder if my death certificate will taste like
the end
Joseph Rutledge