Tired

I must confess, I
am tired of being human.
tired of the stirring

of prehistoric
fronds, urges like flaccid tides
sluggishly oozing.

tired of income tax
supermarkets, superman
too many people

so I resolve finally…

to stop pulling on
you with my slack green fronds
of instinct. Homo

Sapiens my ass…
more sap, amber and sticky,
fills nostrils of dead flies.

and so I retreat
eat a hole in an apple
and curl up inside

in that crisp clean white-
ness, crystal walls with the scent
of water sifting …

I must confess, I
am tired of being human
so tired of thinking.