Damned Rice

The road has[n't] people on it,
but maybe they're aberrations--
from where? Possibly a world not
like mine.

In my world, there are only
me and aberrations--
apparitions of unfamiliarity;
like a cruel consciousness of confusion

When you know everything about what confuses you,
but it still confuses--
I am confused,
like a monkey caught in a coconut

Wrenching and wrenching,
grinding bare my knuckles--
what I want won't come out and leave me happy,
like a drunkard who finds enough for another

He marvels at the money,
and is certain on what he'll spend his treasure--
no, I'm sorry, he'll be back with his hand in the coconut,
like Me