Canpainger

Campaigner

I have campaigned for rain
and the feeling of my palms on cold metal.
I watch a man spit and
gaze at its puddle as he walks away.
I perform this task every day as I drink my coffee
on the linoleum floor.  
Basic bodily functions become a wonder
because I have nothing else.
Shitting, pissing, eating, sleeping
is all that is comprehensible.

My words used to conjure something other 
than an empty pitcher of wine.
Now, I only say what is necessary
and rely on recyclables for inspiration.
Broken toilet paper rolls found behind the trash can
become loudspeakers as I quack through them
and Jameson bottles become vases
to show off my sophistication.

Sometimes all I can do is loaf in a stairwell
and stare at the uneven grey paint.
I am not a human being but a repetitive fool
jesting my addictions into tragedy.
I don’t think anything can make me new.