hush
don't be like that
it's just a pinch
a tickle
a slap
i realize now
what that city has made you
what it made me
an animal
i have strayed from the pride
found an ounce or two
of humanity
between the times
of utter madness
but you stay sharp
visceral
you keep
feeding
on me
i'm nothing
but a sun bleached ribcage
and you
are
still
hungry
i see you,
sweet salvation
the wind cools
the sun blankets
the people walk
get haircuts
and read glossy magazines
they laugh
feel the purpose of things
and as they bask
in your peaceful tide
you are
screaming
but i cannot hear you
i am
deaf
to hope
all of it
gone
stay with me
lick
the ashes
i hear you
you can't sleep either
we fight the same madness
with different weapons
this war
of boredom, of frustration
hopelessness and spite
we are soldiers
waiting for our turn
at death for glory
our mercy bullet
never coming
soon enough.
alive or something like it
among the empty houses
i sit upon their mental furniture
they won the war
for war
so we can have it all the time
it’s just another gathering
A social noose
this jacket and tie
judge and jury
the sweat and the tape
the give of the hollow hardwood
we’re round from all angles
we’re broken answers and crooked smiles
your latest
florescent
counter topphilosophy
like arithmetic
and other forgotten rituals
i see the future
processed, ironic and dead
you’re just one in a murder
swaying directionless in mid flight
i laugh and welcome myself to
the old western front
everyone’s got
their own barrel
to scrape
