Rubble

I'm lying on the floor staring at the ceiling

And it's not even a ceiling anymore

This is not a call to arms

Rather a question

Disguised

As a misguided statement

I’m on my knees in my boxers

And the light burns

My book is sleeping in my bed

Its naked pages exposed

Words erotically ejaculating from my mind

My mind is unthinking

My mind is non-present