dreamy season for drifters

this man in dark trousers with a deep frown keeps staring me down
he follows me on walks through corridors and hallways
always talking
always shouting
where were you when the legs came off
and we were writhing around on the carpet
spitting up feathers
tearing up fluff?

so I took a swim on the living room floor
because I just couldn't stand to watch the pouring rain anymore
in the middle of summer
besides my mouth was so dry
I ate the last apple and sighed
which made the puddles outside
seem like an oasis

the lights flicker almost constantly
and the windows rustle like leaves
like they know we build the electricity from trees
and dead animals

and they say we're running out sooner rather than later
but the cars keep on eating
and the streets keep on eating
and everything is fed
as it should be
but the things we build never feel as right
as real
as perfect
as anything that nature built in the first place
with no design
but an impossibly beautiful
precision
and
sense of time