So you went on a hedonistic journey
******* drugs, *** and rock and roll,
and then you're gonna say you're responsible
for all this generation has?

You're just a leech like me,
but a lot less self aware.
Thumb stuck in you know where.
Plop it out and maybe you'll see
What a good little boy you've been.

Next you're gonna tell me what a man is.
Next you're gonna tell me how smart you are.
Then you're gonna look at my frustration
and say "Live your best life", "Be your best you"

Insufferable deluded ****.
You took everything you could.
And you'll leave us us with the leavings.
And a lengthy receipt, too.

"Boys will be boys"
"He just got carried away"
"You're just seeing things"

The same words mothers use
to defend their ****** sons.

You didn't birth that man,
so why are you defending him?
You handed your dignity away,
so what have you got to lose?

Oh right—
ideology is everything.

The Nazis were not above sentiment.
They spoke of fatherland and Fuhrer,
with tears in their eyes,
and hands on their hearts.
At once,
deeply earnest,
and deeply sadistic.

For a while I dreamed,
we were self-aware enough
to recognize this hypocrisy...

but here we go again.
Same hands
Same tears
Same excuse

I do. I do.
I do care.

Though not-doing
is the guilt I bare

My inaction leads
to things undone.

The shame I feel
for things un-won.

Can I be
as I'm perceived?
(The face they see.)

For once, just let me—
please.

The fall of civilization?
It's worse than ever.
The president's a predator.
Severing the center
of all faith's endeavor.

In the political theater,
is there none left to deter
the destructive fervor
of he who eats forever,
and the treasury deleter?

Can we possibly endure
the elusive obscurer
who denies the blur,
that all sides incur
when their lies inure
in the mind of the voterrrr?

Prrrrrobably not.

The new-normal is "Hypernormalization,"
of which
few things rhyme,
but,
given time,
we're certain to accept,
the only "truth" there is,
is what the president says.

This morn,
instead of nails,
I added to my
breakfast gruel,
three raisins.

Their sweetness,
I'd enjoy,
were my mouth
not full,
of lacerations.

My anxiety is furrowed
Too cowardly to stray from the neural trenches I have dug
Dopamine, what have you done!?


Emptiness...
There's nothing like that non-existent void I've never seen.

I'll never be the man I've never--been.

Brain, what am I now?

Sparks. Noise. Entropy.
An engine burning. Dying. Disrepaired.
But a flame still wants to dream!

Emptiness?!
Maybe it's not for me!
Forget who you are or should be!
Be. Be. Be. Be. Be. Be Be be

Reward system's been ******.
Once we had too much.
Now, not enough.
We're gonna need a hard reset.
Definitely not looking forward to that.

A friend says it, then.
All I see is escapism.
As fast as legs can carry him.
He is what he's fleeing from.

Inner peace?
Certainty?
"What will be will be?"
Make a trope of tragedy.

Hope dies.  
I live.
All I've ever been.
Illusion keeping on.

Delusion keeping on.

Reality made me
and everything I want to see,
I want to see.

I'm not doing too good today.
I've been around for far too long,

just taking my time, doing nothing at all.
Watching the sun and the moon revolve.

I don’t wanna look where I don’t wanna go,
so I stand at the window, looking in my own home.

There’s my brains on the wall, and the floor.
Scoop em on up and I'll try once more.

I’m doing just fine today—
I got my new medication.

Sunshine singing on the birds in the rain,
sunshine calling my name.

We do not heed the call.
Would we even hear the trumpets blare?
It's happening right now.
It escalates on every front.
Illusion is our dissolution.

each day it passes by
at six forty five

At first I woke from its growling intent
A cough, a sputter, a resonant hum
vibration thrumming in the hollow walls of this wooden cave I share with them.

Now I rise before it comes.
Though in years I have not heard it.
The anticipation propels my receptors
to action.

It will be today.

It's hard to feel these days
like the world's okay
with letting you live
without being one of them.
Half-breed,
cultureless mongrel
with no history to cling to.
Who the hell are you?
How do you identify?
"Human Being"
(if that's even a thing)
Like there's some global anatomy
or a certain way to be
One of a hive,
or autonomous drone
with no family no home.
Let's strip everything away
and tabula rasa all over the place.