Inhibited
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
09/24/2002
Champagne bubbles pour frothy white
into a vessel set to sail hand-to-mouth
then transfer the passenger
to its final destination.
The crystal cavern fades
as a new monastic home emerges
and ensnares
the liquid for use at budding centers of thoughtless taste.
The traveler in the tube goes on in
aimless lemming style, because
in the end, nothing even matters.
Hours later, the system is still flushing
final remnants; lounging hobos waste away.
The journey ends as the vision bends to fit swirling porcelain walls.
This is why I don’t travel
in excess.