Sometimes serious

you see my heart is overheated now. in this reclamation island on this crude coastal sand drying straw that was grass - there is now unbearable heat no matter how many dips i take into the salty ocean all that springs up is ring-tabs of beer cans poly bags worn pieces of glass and other light garbage of everyday but no relief. in guarding this geography the habitants of this mind forget to want to eat and sleep to have desire. i have become an impatient bait for the politicians of the psyche who fish with a hook and feed for proof i am that soapbox you can use to remind yourself and your friends to not be miserable despite having everything like me ______ an everyday search for enthusiasm feels like an entire country has run out of news stories and the papers print blank sheets to circulate with the tea and a view of the morning the boulevards of pink sakura orange gulmohur canopies fuschia bougainvillea rain that is a solid object in air a