Skeleton
Soporifics fail tonight nerves scuttling in the
kitchen god-knows-what skulking round in its nasty restless
exoskeleton. It seems we’re creeping into the midnight of our fleeting
lives. Avarice, nasty, snark all trending ... nothing so fuzzy or
elemental as love. Is this the new new age? Do not
touch, said the calendar on every single page.
On with it, life said. One day we’ll all just zoom away.
(Now I’ve put too fine a point on it.)
