Junk Drawer
Digging through the junk drawer
finding shit I knew was lost
A bic lighter
random keys
to locks that have lost their relevance.
The noise on the peripheral persists
so I dig through another container
a t-shirt I do not recall
a sock with a skull
a 3D printed polygonal cat
But there are no spoons
Each container full but empty
and the clatter at the periphery persists
a dull roar from outside
reminding me that reality still exists
Earplug container, only one side
mints of a dubious flavor
keep digging
the hell of it all is I need to go out there
Where are the fucking spoons?
I find sufficient noise in the rectangle
no wires, just cacophony
the silverware will have to wait for later
reality awaits
two shoes
two socks
underwear and pants
torso covered by something hanging
at least I have a knife.
slip on the shades.
