When you are beside yourself in multiples,
domesticated by demons,
and every bit of you is crucified upon your mood board -
that is the moment that you begin to listen
to the curtain with legs -
The voices within the walls.
You become convinced
that compound breaking
We are trapped...
In a complex made up with infinite stories.
There is vacancy to expand,
but not enough room to find comfort.
I am disoriented between the chiaroscuro of simplicity.
All light beats down with something left to be desired.
And so the creeps skitter inside
The meaning of life is a beauty
that I can only fornicate with
and leave enceinte with deformities.
Its womb is fortified with
socially constructed filth, and
every thought therefrom
is begotten into reality
like a stillborn in a twisted cradle
defying structural logic.
They are the...
At one time, everything was alive.
The meridians of the old world
spanned the length of a neighborhood street.
Chalk could dissect a concrete domain
to reveal the realms that could flourish
underneath the surface of all things.
Colorful kingdoms reigned supreme
in the most uninspired of...
Clique the icon, live like a parasite
attached to a synthetic block head;
A media mind set hosts a bloody pathetic
entourage, shocking into stupefaction,
sucking humanity out of ersatz archetypes.
Warp amidst the dark waves transmitted
through electronics and tabloid inklings;
Neurons fire at each other balefully,
like weapons emulating the semiotic warfare
of a haywire matrix filled with electric folk art
and volte faced hype beasts
fused to their apparatuses,
ruminating on pieces of mind,
empowered by pseudo-latent bits.
In this world, we may be innerved...
It happened in the moment I saw
a rat's nest behind an elders smile.
I learned perdition exists somewhere
behind all rosy temples, and grasped it
like a cryogenic chamber of church mice.
A coldpacked pantheon at critical mass.
The pews creak under the weight of the unseen.
I, too, am...
From beyond the remote, our families are force fed
the human roadkill of our dislocated children,
the loose-wadded feasts of optical sights, stomached daily.
Uncle Sam dishes out before the slaughter,
digs graves with a silver spoon under the table,
and caters babies to wean from the...
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