Untitled Poem

[Canofceleri]

i cannot do except to define the plots of your music,

to absorb it for my own thought.

i cannot think without the voice of

television running in the foreground, distracting me

from what i really feel.

i cannot turn off except to sleep

and even then this plain is lost to myself.

i cannot help wanting to be undone,

to not exist and to not be a part

and i cannot be anything but afraid to die.

i watch my commercials and i order my pizza,

i get my delivery and eat

and everything is fine.