July 22

I'm trying to recall
who repainted these walls
all white these halls
like a blank waterfall
my post cereal has no
Honey Bunches or Oats
no delicious honey roast
afloat in my bowl
but I'll eat this whole
bowl of Post
Honey Bunches of Oats
though its taste is unknown
my neurotransmissions
are out of commission
and as hard as I listen
I can't even hear crickets
who am I
rather who am I to you
you can read and read
and know nothing of this dude
I feel drugged
I feel subdued
Like a snail or slug
under salt...doomed