eyes roll west, 

 

we see synapses dimly firing at easy targets and cheap jokes, teeth chattering, white and sharp, hungry for derision

 

for anything else but the terrifying bog

of what it is to be a human being in control of your own life.

instead, let's laugh at the tumbling waves of pending disaster

narrowly skirting by our lives each and every single day, pretending that we have no hand in it,

giving ourselves up to the very systems we despise,

steered and medicated with endless content streaming through the walls,

and vice.

We see something absurd in the news,

pour it thru our filter,

mix it with gin and lemon, crawl into bed,

unfold a laptop,

turn on something light, something easy, something funny -- 

 

"HA HA."

 

yes

ha ha.

then write a facebook post about it

 

await another food pellet 

await more likes, more comments,

more reaching out for the connection that's just sitting

right in front of me on a plate in the middle of the room

 

but no, not that connection. I don't want it that close,

that often,

that organic.

It's not the right brand -- it's not the one i'm supposed to want

 

 

something real

something real is worth trying ,

strapped into what can only be described

as chains of comfort

 

because why would you resist your captors when you are at your safest?

the walls are here for your protection,

decorated with movie posters

and city-regulated, sanctioned events for music and drinks

and food that makes you feel ok.

but never well 

Never whole.

 

0815 

 

and I'm getting this out of my system

to have an empty tank to fill

with vitriol, unleaded . 

Pb to never weigh me down 

Pb to never weigh me down 

Pb to never weigh me down.