Closed mouths

closed mouths don’t get fed

yet screaming is so exhausting

would rather pretend I don’t hunger

till the hollowness eating at my insides

pushes reason out of the driving seat

and lands me in my next highway pile up

maybe I crawl away

to sober up in the bushes

blame it all on the rain

this decade of carnage

it’s all mine

catch a smoke on the sidelines

watch others take a shot

not so free particle

in brownian motion