Fake smiles on plastic lips
Prima facie prima donnas
press play on broken records
cheap words on repeat.

'Beauty' preens on billboard prints
as sundown slicker paints the sky
over 'salt-of-the-earth', white-collared wage-mules
and souls too worse for wear.

So they lie, yes, while they lay
in flesh caskets upon prime real estate tombs;
"I've lived the life," they'd say while peering down
on those who lived just to live.

And the world plays this sad charade
in clockwork symphony every single day
as its asphalt veins pump with diesel fumes in streams
from the steel entourage with their precious cargo.

So press play on broken records
for humdinger proof
your sorrowtide serenade
the grovel & groove.

i almost lost in mid-february. the monster came into the light
and decided to stick around for three whole days and three whole nights.

i thought about the tools needed to silence it, the items flooded my mind!
luckily, gathering them would require energy, require life, require time.

only thoughts could exist from the hard, unmoving floor.
the photons hit the carpet in the shape of the window,
the rectangle dragged across my body silently, but it felt like it tore.

you. know.
just _ how
to bring me
tomyknees
it >must >please >you >so
& you\tease\ it
the-whole-while;
₩** knows. me. so. ₩ell.
i can't "tell" if i even
care 》《to 》《breathe
this {need} is
killing
| me |

I am impermeable
To the wind, to the rain
To the snowflakes
And to the purring of some cat.

I am impermeable
To the high-strung emotions
To the callousness of men
To the laughter and the words that hurt.

I am impermeable
To September's rain,
The lightning of thunder
The gasps and the screams.

I am impermeable
But not to others pain.
Yet I will not drown in a whirlpool of memories,
Or a tornado of dreams.

I am a colourful raincoat.

Imagine waking up on a filthy, uneven floor -
light coming solely through the flimsy wooden wall.

Imagine trudging through the mud barefoot -
mud merged with remnants of God knows who.

Imagine breathing in thick layers of sooty dust -
the colors sullen, lifeless and dull.

Imagine smelling the scent of faeces and decay,
of diseases and of death every single day.

Imagine your belly gurgling with hunger and distraught,
sniffing glue - the only way to delude.

Imagine walking on rickety bridges -
a step amiss and drown you will in these murky watery ditches.

Imagine wearing the same old rags - all tattered and torn,
being beaten and battered, no rights of which to call your own.

Imagine having silly daydreams of going to school
but there's not a penny to spare - not even for a worn-out book.

But alas, imagine no more for such children exist,
with ghosts clouding their starry dreams
And death hanging heavy upon their tiny, little feet.

The trash men carry it off
Barrels of garbage, the waste of the week
Rotting, molding apple core
Worthless reams of sales circular
Advertising *******no one needs
Books of tame philosophy
Books of lame poetry
Covered in half-burnt grease
Sophisticated scumbag
**** of the earth
Hauled to Gehenna
Where the dead litter mounds of refuse
Reduced to ashes in perpetual fire
Kept burning by priests who can keep a secret
Dustbins overflowing with trash
All that is ruined
By use or lies
Disappointed
Naive I suppose to believe
There was a garden
But now it's a dump
And there you are swimming in the middle
With a blissful smile on your face
Misunderstanding
Everyone is gone
They are never coming back
You will never see them again
The breast stroke is the best
You've got a long way to swim
From this wretched refuse reality
To your under-populated heaven
I would loan you my life jacket
But you've already stolen it
What, did you leave it at home now you need it?
Sink then
Never stop smiling