underscore
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
they probably love me
until they don't

and
all the wealth
of words
of actions
cannot promise
an ounce of love

though all betroth
it will be

taken

away
from you


always and someday,
like
time
and money,
sanity
and youth.

they say our articulation
of the subject
graduates us
to the top
of the food chain

i think the only thing
separating
us
from the apes
is our ability
to
shave

sugar coated sugar
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
gloss and recreation
broadcasting
the suggested brain programming
the usual narcissism
the same old materialism
packaged and shiny,
extravagant and clean.

nothing too thought provoking,
and nothing too creative

if we all drink from the glass of mediocrity
we will share the virus of apathy

is it time to be on the offence
to the attack on our consciousness?
when we the masses
feel stinging
disappointment
and tune it out
with a million screams?

they distract us from the murder,
the lies,
the disheartening poor
and disease
block the bleeding,
the dissent,
common sense and
the enlightenment
yearning to awake

i've got an axe for every pedestal,
let me know when you want to borrow it.



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