Empty tray

Past the hallway, and in through the door, fatigue seeps in. Sweet syllables of curses muttered. The clown of a man squanders his shoes, and leaves them up for grabs. Grab, grab a bite, and take that garbage out of the mind. Elementary, clear elements of the night, in the logical matrix, are senseless. Just now, a star sparkles, a soul leaves a body. A child cries its first cry. Somebody somewhere realizes that it's all pointless, and is falling in depression. Another sees meaning in every little thing. One more searches and another finds. An ant continues to work. I try an armada, and don't like my reflection in the mirror. Hide behind invisibility. Weariness, it’s getting late. A man gets hit. I stand and get shouted at. I walk back. They sit on the floor and talk. Another zips up his pants. A dolphin swims by the shore while a ship sinks. The captain maneuvered the ship like a Ferrari, a survivor says. Walk through the corridor, the hall and the kitchen in a drunken state. In bloom. Let’s photosynthesize this planet. Gargle with a gargoyle, burp and screech, when you’re visiting the crony’s farm. Leave the straight As for someone else, and concentrate on the exquisite madness while society forms its rules and regulations. In quiet madness, I shall perish like the intellect and the pauper and the giver and taker. Smile, because nobody’s watching.