Sunday, July 24, 2016
For years we have been told that we do not belong,
that we should shift out without complaint while others
are shifted in to take our place. When the peculiarities of
community and place are swept away by the tides of capital,
all that’s left is a globalised shopping culture, in which we engage
with glazed passivity. Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chainstores.
the chance to see one last sunrise
the chance to see one last sunrise:
he stood, silent
burning,
burning,
burning,
waiting,
waiting, for his lover
where was she?
why wasn't she here yet?
he was on fire
clouded vision
last chance
to see
one last sunrise
before his vision
blurred
forever
s.a.d
nothing decorated, sealed, covered
nothing revolted, concealed, hid in the corner
eyes naked to the world
being wiped for the first time
awake
cooed by shades of yellow and orange
distant from the blinds
in the house
and
and
far from what was left in the closet
to rot
for so long
for so long
Saturday, July 2, 2016
W.E.
one more tear
and the wind will rip us away
one more year
and there will be nothing left to say
one more tide
and well lose our confidence in the sea
one more gone
and there won't be any WE.
and the wind will rip us away
one more year
and there will be nothing left to say
one more tide
and well lose our confidence in the sea
one more gone
and there won't be any WE.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
A bird flies by
A dark room
A quiet breath
A silent spring
A cautious turn
A streak of light
A wandered trail
A worried pet
A pearly gate
A nimble light
A passing car
A broken heart
A blackened eye
A leather bag
A moon shaped pool
A darkened screen
A dancing sky
A bird flies by
Thursday, June 23, 2016
dead heads, floating in a sea of limbs
once we really get movin thats when they will chatter
chatter chatter chatter
day night
about nothingness
about every cooperate nothing piece of forgettable garbage
like the ones surrounding our graves,
stuck in a swamp of pervious minds letting in crazed, lunatic mind scrubbing garbage from the tele- screen
along with cancerous goods baked to celebrate victory against the tumors themselves.
carnivorous teeth lash at the sight of a rotting body part, disregardful of the twitching eyes, and cooperate hull of lies
freedom is slavery
religion is selfishness
communication is a lie
yet if you want to be heard you must work with
the system,
chatter chatter chatter
day night
about nothingness
about every cooperate nothing piece of forgettable garbage
like the ones surrounding our graves,
stuck in a swamp of pervious minds letting in crazed, lunatic mind scrubbing garbage from the tele- screen
along with cancerous goods baked to celebrate victory against the tumors themselves.
carnivorous teeth lash at the sight of a rotting body part, disregardful of the twitching eyes, and cooperate hull of lies
freedom is slavery
religion is selfishness
communication is a lie
yet if you want to be heard you must work with
the system,
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