The Theory of Relativity

It drains slowly. Feeling it only as a clock ticking outside myself. Grease the griddle. The eggs are beginning to split.

I know they are different. See the path of their orbits dusting the sky. I know we are different .Every breath I take wears its shroud.

Graves sprouting like dandelions throughout the grass.

The full, yellow promise turning to gossamer spores. Breathe. Release the seed.

Racing the wind for dominance. This is life. As I know it.

Burning cigarettes balancing on full ashtrays. Naked windows collecting the skins they've discarded.

Strange lights invading everything but the dark corners.

I don't want.

Don't want to be different anymore.

I just want to be the same.