You just talk to fill the gap

You just talk to fill the gap
Because there’s an eerie feeling
With a void’s presence
It’s called vertigo
Shrinking from the void
Blank space, emptiness
Not even the sound of silence
Just the deafening tone of nothingness
It crushes the brain
And squeezes the heart
Feel your eyes gorge out
It’s about wanting to run
Yet knowing too well there’s no way out
It’s funny how you grasp your hand
Sink your nails onto the skin
Strangely enjoying the pain
But you turn the TV on
Laugh, get annoyed
Finding humor on a newscaster’s mole
Open a bottle a beer
A bag of chips
It doesn’t matter
But the jaws tire of chewing
And livers have limitations
And of course,
What about tomorrow?
For the lucky ones
There’s a convenience store
And remaining load on their cellphones

September 2006