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