the tunnel

i swung past the tunnel last night and i think

mildew has its appeal because

the crisp, sunny air isn’t doing much for me now.

granted- the latter is brighter,

cleaner, fresher but damp darkness

enthralled the fuck out of me.

it’s not that I don’t enjoy the beautiful, cool-smelling outdoors.

i just cannot stop wanting the dingy. the stale walls.

the hidden cobwebs and the endless dark void

that i could lose my soul into.

maybe i am just out of my mind.