Black Out

We've been

picking at the cinder block mortar,

fingernails ragged and dusty from

absentminded action.

poking, scratching at holes in

the Wall,

wearing down fingertips

searching for a distraction. 

prattling vapidly

about the merits of ignorance

while waxing diabetic

due to diet. 

poisoning ourselves endlessly,

touting glib hedonism

as the homeopathic remedy

for incurable boredom. 

Such a waste.

I wish I were wasted.