Endless

And, for once, I don’t see the time
as a bad thing. Who gives two goddamns
if tomorrow is oblivious, I say today
was a good goddamn day. Joyousness
in all the depths of despair and dismay
of the human condition portrayed, as a soap
opera goes. It’s a week’s worth of stays in
the hotel setting that I’ve never seen.
Wait…
Gateways
open while we smoke and state,
our intentions blatantly to guests
who hate waiting. Because I am first
goddammit! At the reception desk
and the Grammys and the restroom
and the planet! I am a fucking astronaut
so back off or I’ll pull the airlock, you
selfish fucks, look at the world, see
it from here, through your own eyes,
then choke, and fucking die.