A rant over a coffee and several cigarettes.

That communal drug bath
not much further
than just down the road
where they go... en masse
to escape the self.

By sobriety, they limp around
stunned in sharing this world.
Never alone
Never incognito
Just an obvious mess
of the nights before.

It is a herd,
and as they speak
about their experiences
with a strong nasal drone
I suggest you remember that...
it is A HERD ACTIVITY
in which the moronic
find comfort in the moronic
and allow their brains to bend
with no goal,
no further understanding.
Nothing more than a badly calculated
idea of having something else.

Speak with them,
and truly learn:
The only ideas they conceive
have been conceived...
They speak of Buddha
and energies.
They reek of self importance.

I must smoke the bile down...
It is surely better to admit
that you have nothing
than play off spiritual crap
and drone on about being saved
whilst remaining an impenetrable
fountain of shit.

It is a life lived by cohesion:
One pointless act
leads to another
until the trees are rumoured
to whisper your name
as you sit above their roots.

You are not one with anything.
Such a concept is impossible
as you flop out on a sofa
with a few scruffily dressed grins
hovering around the armchairs.
The concept of heightened consciousness!

It really does rouse me.
I can imagine them now,
in their tea pot,
fighting against the system
in the only way they know how:
fighting against nothing
with a false sense of fight.