Isaac Offski

Happiness

I’m happy
eating pretzels
watching K-dramas 
while out there 
the sub-zeros 
hurl their bodies from cunt to mouth to ass
never touching ground
distinct subconscious reactions to flightless dark ages
keeping their reptile brains busy

I love the am/pm mini mart
the foreign pours, hot & cold
the armpit grace of the feverish
gas-pumping proletariat
with no clue where fuel comes from
where cars come from 
clothes, sunglasses
their toy pets their pet bambinos
their fucking hot dogs smothered in corn syrup sauces

it’s bankable how gullible the general census is 
don’t bother to elaborate 
because buying in is such a special privilege 
leaving shock & outrage 
to those with “-ists” ending their pronouns

outside
in a blizzard of sunshine 
a desert leveled by moronic demographics 
ocean chock fulla tunafish sandwiches
just me & supra-partial contents of a Maersk freight container
why would I bother 
time-travel piloting a murderous locomotive weapon

I don’t need 
to get to where I don’t want to go
faster