The Counterinsurgency of Apathetic ElementsThere is a singular light that goes out near the dead end streets known as my life, insects caress topographical discount iron and stretch marks the handicap bushes the cracked gray scale flooring Asian massage therapy behind closed screened doors flashing red bulbs no entrance raccoons high on strawberry Pop-Tarts and hallucinated fire the cigarette lights itself under June’s diseased solstice the doom metal keys lock distinct no exits and orthodox padlocks the dumpsters are full and breeding shut the fuck up go home clock out the numbers the endless numbers in digital and analog format the water is on cold cotton towels smell funny drool aimlessly and bleed from your gums the apocalypse is now sleeping comfortably in my bed 7:27 a.m. redux, there is a singular light that goes out near the dead end streets known as my life. XXX The Abandonment of Xenon and ConcretePost-modern dinosaurs can now read fluent Times New Roman and the New York Times, the idiocy peninsula surrounding me on all three sides, information is the enemy, the body the devil, the passion of kleptomaniacs I should’ve had a back-alley lobotomy to match your previous winter feticide sustainably sourced decaying springs and recyclable rotting teeth, the fangs of a perverse new American, 1-800 911 unlisted numbers to nowhere go kcuf yourself, a warning, choking victims and homeless winos need not apply. XXX The Liaisons of Concrete and HalogenThe lemons in my eyes burn the sclera and light cigarettes and overpriced scented candles in symmetrical rooms and time that has no meaning don’t recycle don’t refill leave now with everything broken, a barren cadmium red clay field Georgia is a mere hallucination the penitentiary safari corn dogs and plastic fruit lifting obese equinoxes thoracic spine now deformed a cervical spine now broken, the abandoned trash piles up in my brain the front of unlocked doors and unused holes of past glory, sun tinge the jellyfish emasculate the tentacles and Lysol the DNA I possess endless nothing in my hand and drop chaos on the floor along with lint and decaying skin cells, ride the splinters to nowhere and somewhere perch and lack vision red blue and green the destructive lies of color. XXX Vintage Love Letters from a Misanthropeyour letters postmarked to Georgia go nowhere in 1979 kleptomania tendencies neon infused atomic bomb shelters the glass stranglehold of destroy recycle and rebuild, I let my nation down once again so fucking what 300 million more generic humanoids endlessly watching restlessly waiting to take your place in grocery store lines and uncomfortable plastic chairs, the inside of outside failing schools of thought racist graffiti the standardized vandalism of cerebellums broken #2 pencils the black lead permeates in stained porcelain blood urea and nitrogen dunce caps rarely worn sit in lonely corners and stare at cold pizza bleach the souls for the pep rallies of conformity the corrosion begins every Friday 1 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, Autistic children found wondering about what? dirt roads are the GPS to generational poverty and guns posing as gods absolute loyalty to the general of dollars earns discounts and a promised future reward points that is for cheaper gas and high fructose corn syrup economic sieg heil, the fatal crash rarely witnessed just sit here and stare at four slightly dirty white walls there’s nothing much else to do the nightly news watches me I don’t watch it, fill in the blanks with cockroach conspiracies slander the future with broken brass and reddened scar tissue. XXX An Ode to Truffle Shuffles and Tong Po’s
The blood oranges are on fire in the Djibouti sands, two cigarettes and freedumb with a side of glazed figs and restitution, the lion without a heart a concrete laden fighting man and eating hotdogs on my TV Saturday night on the late Eastern Time Zone shift, lower the bucket into the depths of despair for vintage pennies and children’s bicycles, my life as a Russian gulag with one eye closed holding candles and dynamite designer 80’s wardrobes metallic smiles and don’t move you subhumans, four quarters equal three dollars in Oregon abandon the toupees like unwanted children rivers of deception andWD-40 hey you guys where did I leave my heroin and that corporate pizza from last Tuesday, Pepsi is never truly free sell your soul to Peruvian maids sweep the dead skin cells inside of bankrupt museums suspenders that don’t choke and swords that never kill a sloth’s love in extremely slow motion, a fifty dollar bill erodes under quicksand barbed wire door handles my name is all over it funny farms and paternity tests, a bald man chased me so I ran so far away with a Flock of Seagulls my future is in Los Angeles arriving LAX a caged and pissed off baboon that needs a slight trim, Attila the Hun Nietzsche and Superman all need an inauthentic hug.
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