I’m really dry,
trying to refresh myself with many wet wishes,
but all my vapor desires evaporate
in the hot reality of my scorched-away fantasies.
I don’t like living in the baked present
where cracked dirt demands are frying pans beneath
my bare and sensitive feet.

I want to go tubing down the white water river
of splash-happy illusion,

pretending everything is just hilarious laughing,

but you keep pressuring me

with long lists of blistering duties

and sizzling tasks.

If you keep this up,

I’m going to climb into a barrel

and send myself over the edge of made-up Niagara,

even if it is my biggest Mirage!

Spiritual Borg

7-19-1995