The Vineyard Caretaker
I shut down the AIs governing
the vineyard and its toothsome workings
as my first move as master
previously transient, conning people for room and board
earning sans concern
my voice splitting, vomiting up too many fits
shuffling between lighthouses in between, alone forever
my head unloosened, out of bounds
the phallic nature of my paranoia
no cities, eh? over stimulation, constantly
still only on the shores
the intimacy, or lack thereof, overwhelming
I couldn’t need enough
I couldn’t live with people… and I still can’t