The Flounder in the Slipknot

I should prepare myself
before I'm sent to wander the desert
with nothing but a vagabond scarf and a
spoonful of water.

I'll check my pockets for lint;
we don't want a fire.
I'll check my eyelashes for dust;
No need to add to the pile.

I prepare myself to be the worlds sacrificial starfish,
Hoping the right cannibal hires me to be their chauffeur
so I can take down their methods,
and transcend their sloppiness.

These people! With their mumbling rumbles.
With their desperate fumbling.
I've seen cloven toes shoved into socks that
pitter and patter across these tumblings.

I'll be the gardener in the stampede.
I'll be the flounder in the slipknot.  
I'll feed my head as much as I can,
all in hopes that it shits out glitter.

Keegan Shaw 12/23/19