Motion, I Know Not Poem by Kevin Mireles

Don't you think I know?

My life is going nowhere,
comparable to a parable
of fucking nonsense.

I suppose I can find
the motivation to get up
and go…go somewhere.

But the horizon is unforeseeable
amongst the city lights
and the city nightlife.

The day after the one-night stand,
panties and handcuffs draped
all over my nightstand.

Don't you think I know
that this shallow attempt
to express is mundane at best?

An illusion of grandeur,
more like a delusion of greatness,
rapture blessed.

Yet, well equipped to elevate
out of any Projects
and into corporate America.

Oh no, there I go again,
speaking about motion
when I am motionless.

Now you know.