Howl

It’s a full moon,
I’m alone.
I’m sitting there alone.
Howling at an empty sun,
Surrounded like a dog in a cage,
My shit slewn across the floor
Clothing torn asunder,
My body ripped asunder,
21st century child
left to fend for himself
in his world gone mad.
Out. Out. Out
Out grouped motherfucker.
DVDs piled along like golden white testaments
To some hierarchy I have yet to understand.
and not exactly anything.
Just existing.