EASTERN-PACIFIC TIME

EASTERN PACIFIC TIME

I became
the circular insanity
looped in the frame
giving up individuality,
I am the catastrophe
bacon,
toast,
coffee
and eggs
that one paycheck
that thought
that haunts you from your bed
I am the darker shade
of sugar and cream
seeping through the seams
shell of a King
on eastern pacific time

I look to the stars
for some sign
a comet in daylight?
an unidentified flying object?
something to take this
mundane imprinted propriety
of false offerings back to
the deity of corruption
and the misinformed working class

I am not made of glass
but crystal clear on the social
malfunction of financial
production

I'd rather gamble,
pass me the dice and let me
roll sevens to save me from
my 9 am ascension
into someone else's heaven
because honestly
I'm tired of wearing
cheap f*****g clip on ties.