Sit and Wait (While Getting Deaf)

Sitting constant observ in the hospital,

Facing another staff on constant,

While patients sleep on –

It’s nice to have a warm job,

But time runs slow

Just as blood in the veins,

A nourishment of a paycheck 

While you accomplish nothing otherwise.

Sitting on the train,

That is sitting in a tunnel, –

I’m waiting to be released,

Waiting to be let go home,

While the steel snake collects dust,

Waiting to go on.

Time, time, time

An endlessly probing tyne

Stabbing my existence

With questions of “why,

Why still to I sit so still?

And how much longer?

And is there really any benefit to this?

This and other time 

I am in temporary service,

And the best metaphor for it 

Is food,

That feeds the gut, 

Then turns to shit, 

Loudly fearing the end of it all.”

How nourishing a thought that is,

Knowing your value,

Driving your brain into scream

Getting deaf, as well,

For while all that rubbish is never to perish

Rolls and whispers,

Noise never ceases, 

And it bounces and screams –

Announcements, advertisements, 

Orders and empty promises,

But mostly – endless chatter

Of whine, of last night’s dine and wine,

Of bullshitting yourself while bullshitting others.

Why still all this, 

Listening to all the unnecessary junk

(and perhaps, subconscious propaganda)

Of consumerism and complacency,

While my sanity’s expiring like a jug of milk in the fridge

And the eardrums surely distressing into jelly –

When I could have been sleeping

And knowing none of this,

Attempting to cheat time.

Sit & wait – 

I think it’s a weapon 

That kills with more efficiency

Than a Smith & Wesson.