Dis quiet


This hunger, see, this unquiet curiosity, this morbid fascination with restlessness, forgetfulness, disjointedness. You see it between the words, the bridges across the vowels, the howls of discontent. You’re primed, you’re pumped until something comes up that matters less; so confess, you’re not interested in the news cycle, you hike those miles in broken boots, and why? Your choice to fall asleep to your own voice, without a hint of wonder, well brother, don’t knuckle under, carry that weight, you brought it on yourself.


3 thoughts on “Dis quiet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s