Jeremy Szuder lives and writes in Glendale, California.
A Few Hermit Clouds
By Jeremy Szuder
It was a full 8 hours
of breathing in and out
and the universe expanded,
although only mere millimeters,
but it still had proof to show;
the taciturn rolling rib cage
that invisibly wrapped itself around
my peripheral like the tentacles
of a sea jelly left floating in leagues,
not yet pressure sensitive enough
to crush this accident prone
human make-up I’ve adopted
in this one of many lifetimes
around.
The few lonely hermit clouds shuffle
above our clueless heads
as we shift our fingers
in and out of corpse-riddled wallets
and search for the river of likes
and upward turned digital thumbs.
I’m adamant to admit,
that sometimes I too sign myself up
for that pathetic dance of ingestion
and other times,
I put it completely out of mind,
with the solemn efforts made
to keep the transmission receptors
completely freed up,
and clear of all
simple human made debris.