White noise on the monitor
brittle and bitter loathing
excited by nothing but
the something under bed.
#speakless
#feelmore?
#twittering
all such useless noise.
Action is essential -
"pessimism of the intellect
optimism of the will"
wrote Gramsci, rotting in his cell.
Machine gun fire from my fingertips;
I feel the words flow like some
maelstrom of masculine violence
on some long lost mental battlefield
some monolith of shame,
Monkeys.
You don't speak, you don't listen
you're encased in your own cage.
So am I. Alive half-dead,
brittle to the core with the
threat of indifference.
Dead with the action of knowing that one is at peace
with it, the fear of the self, divided
-in two
blue? Oh yes, blue blue blue, blue blue blue.
Red pill, blue pill, truth.
Yawn, boring internet culture.
Yawn the squalid indifference.
Yawn the 21st century
Yawn the 22nd century etc etc
Yawn the suffocating critic,
Yawn your inaction,
Yawn my pretension,
Yawn my failed attempts at caring -
Not natural.
"Yes very clever, post it on the wall and
gain applause from the decaying crowd" she says,
"as they self implode out the echoes of
emptiness, measured monolith"
I scrawl -
"no more of this".
Burning brain can crush and does frequently so don't tempt
it to go Godzilla, I can do it with ease.
Crush cities in my mind. Bombastic ******* when push
and shove meet in urban jungles.
Painful Pan Pen Ease, woodland industrial spirit crush
Boom.
The title is a clue,
Go away.
