Who Fooled Us Into Living This Way?

Hearing beers crack open
from the floor above.
"I can't walk" a girl screams.
I pull the pillow over my head.

This is apartment living.
I am surrounded.

Someone moans
"fuck me"
below me.
I eat cereal,
raising an eyebrow.

I am in a compartment,

stacked on others.

I tan on my deck,

my thoughts interrupted

by a loud conversation.

Guys talk about jacking off

eight times a day

for four days in a row.

Jesus.

Trapped

I howl in my sleep
with a lust for another world.
A world where it is all transparent.
Here, it is all shrouded
in dust and moths and shit.

Maybe it's a screen.
I can't see,
besides in the unconsciousness.
Where I see that nothing is real,
or the majority, at least.

And my howls disturb the others.
But they need that.
We are too comfortable.
Every whim and desire.

I don't want to be blind anymore.