Needful of Rest

What little hope I have left

Is wrapped in manual labor

And the parlance I spoke of in college has

So to speak, gone to worship dinosaurs

There is no reason to use the word patella

No amusement at the subject/object paradigm

And even now very little regard when one can

Dig twice as fast as the other apes

Caffeine, shaking when waking up

Bags under aging eyes, I was just young and now

Stairwells make my back and ass ache

The mountain is still there for me

But she is a cold bitch

And I haven’t been to the woods on an outing

In years

I told my friends I’d sacrifice my twenties

To live my life in art

And their eyes bulged, they called me an example

But where are they now

That I near thirty?