Thursday, February 20, 2014

mass appeal

Mass appeal in front of this box
Is as artificial
As the love we feel for reality-show stars
Rubbing one out to some trashy pornstar,
and then styling our hair to match.

We are a pantheon of contradictions
Pathetic with our strength
Treacherous In our ignorance
Cheap in our respective senses of worth

I want to be more inspiring; but I don’t want to lie.

Bit by bit

Our flag rolls in the wind with a pleasant fabric clap
in some parallel to a reality that I inhabit
a voice that scampers like a mouse
 through the caverns of this great bungalow  
A reflection of the memories
A whisper to the antiquities of all the people that have lived here
they have been numerous and long
 slipping around in the walls at night searching for the morsels that patience generates
thoughtlessly they exist
as echoes of feelings linger
in the places that they don’t understand
specters of desires that once were held but have dissolved into the landscape
 as the mumbling noise of the street codes for all kinds of sin
and none of us are above it:
she did it in the other room  
while her surrogate children and her husband watched television
presumably to thumb her nose at all the cheap pointlessness
one last time
in the same place, infected with the same disease
hearing the shrieks of the metal makers at night
I wonder if it was the mice in the walls
That coerced her over the edge
The little souls that enter your house at night taking all that you have

Little vermin that rob you, bit by bit 

Monday, February 3, 2014


Perhaps if you didn’t
Do those drugs
Date people addicted to drugs
Consume and fall into the trap
that consumes you even more
Keeping you awake well into all hours of the night and day
Perhaps if you; Got some sleep
Dreaming has a way of keeping you sane
there are simple things that bind us to this reality
the things that are so captivatingly important
Are consuming you
They grind you into something else
Transforming you into a kind of creature that
Cannot see it’s own reflection.
It’s like watching a tragic pantheon unfold before me
And I cannot look away, and I am bound to observe
Can you not see?! This substance and I we are enemies.
This drug has dissolved lovers right in my hands
This drug has flipped cars, murdered children, destroyed hope
this drug is condensed heartache
it is a fire that burns this reality
there is no way of touching it without consequence
and yet, I imagine little event horizons tearing into our worlds
because in your world there seems to be no word for “addiction”