ham hock HAL 9000...

riding the bull to Kubrick's old mining town

I turn to the ghosts inside suburbia

in a three story office building

converted into apartments

I am at the third floor look-out

near a table and chair

where weapons are checked

and fevers are scanned

most of the flesh eaters look normal

upon entering buildings at night

but they soon turn agitated and fidgety

when exposed to wide spectrum light

they show themselves to be hungry

thirsting human blood not cured by vampirism

though it is rumored eastern Europe

tried exposing all of this

knowledge of this activity

has been stricken 

from historical records

interstellar space as opposed

to the inner workings

of the human mind

can be seen much the same way

we parse molecules into atoms

and further empirical thought

into smaller and smaller infinities

someone sneezes and I reach

for a zinc laden spray

I say a prayer and hope to find

the most Mithraic of feelings

I can still cling to

something I can believe

will rise to the occasion

of my needs

despite knowing a lie

often strengthens my resolve

to know what Love is

I suspect my humanity is

part of some great valve system

of pressure registration machinery

and that when I let loose

a page a day in gyrations

gravity is just shape attraction and

I am merely a vestige of starvation

searching ever searching

for a purpose to time

EJR ©