Motion, I Don't Know Poem by Kevin Mireles

Don't you think I know
that 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,
the city nightlife.
The day after one night stand
panties draped all over
my nightstand. You know!

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 skip out of any project
And into corporate America.
Oh no, there I go again
speaking about motion
when I am motionless.