Engines Running on Empty Stomachs

spoken word version: youtu.be/f2Xs498GWys

Waiting for a morning

where all the work has

been completed.

Like some outside force

came in the night 

and cleaned up everything inside

When you get some energy of your own

don’t know what to do with it.

Plenty of ideas, low on juice to give them.

Idling in place they lose their heat,

engines on empty stomachs

Years of this are lived lazily

until you see creases in your face,

and begin to search yourself for another definition

Press against the window,

wonder what’s happening outside.

Inside is as close as I can get

to living alone

in some forest

where I would pine for commotion. 

Put your world in the sun until it starts to grow,

you won’t lose a dime.

Put it in your back pocket until it burns a hole,

it will cost everything.

You will blame the past

and everything outside

refusing to obey you

while the noise inside grows louder

from the howls of engines 

on empty stomachs