wrestling darwin

been revelling in my irrelevance
letting the typos flow
spell checked slayed
perhaps i just need to get laid
sleep in on sunday and pretend i'm in love

is that what others do
i mean they can't all be luckier than me
is it in the lies they tell themselves
the complacency they down like pills

they can't all be happy
then what's that say about me?
about us? about the others
I see downcast eyes and thrusted chests
mating season in williamsburg
but yet all ephemeral
dancing but no music
raining without drops

dry
and
empty

consider this
are we moving away from nature
away from what is natural
the evolution or god-slated purpose
of nooks and crannies
are we wrestling darwin himself
knocking atoms til we
big bang ourselves
are we godless or plastic surgerying
genetically engineering ourselves
to take the place
when the sky goes dead
the stars go black
and the vaccum is explained
as tinnitus?