Meaningless phrases
Falling in thick drops
Formulaic in composition.
Polished to a place where
All human error has been absolved through work
where each day slips like the footing in a muddy hill
framed in labor but short on accomplishment
There is a stamina
A callous of psyche
So bored from the suffering
That seems so far away, and is still so pressing
In every possible context
Everything inside-out and wrong
Awkwardly impossible to contextualize
And I feel rooting for some other, greater storm
That lies just beyond the horizon
Some greater chaos that feels so distinctly like roulette
Betting on gladiators of genre to raze the other
With gimmicky luchador personas
beyond the spectacle that nobody would take seriously
in other theaters
And there is a persistence, like a faint bell
Like the loss of hearing creeping upon you in a way beyond
control
In the way that the scars make the damage real
When all other, fonder, memories have faded into the rose-color
tint of nostalgia
As words that sit upon a shelf, easier to speak about
Than to actually read
and it frames the language in a fuzzy feeling
as if acting out the lines rather than actually feeling them
like a pantomime of shared fear that is commiseratory
to place your audience's mind at ease
by never bringing up the conversation -
and it frames the language in a fuzzy feeling
as if acting out the lines rather than actually feeling them
like a pantomime of shared fear that is commiseratory
to place your audience's mind at ease
by never bringing up the conversation -
