The Tread of my Tires (Like PATIENCE) wears thin over time
Introducing the Heart to its Ache…
The Ache (buckles
Varying Degree may
Shake Violently so
It is best to Dress
Accordingly and Wear
Long Sleeves; Heartless
Ones at that.
The Fahrenheit of Acceptance When We FINALLY
(Come to Real Eyes;
Come to Sea) Find our contact lens and
Our Bodies in the Salt of the Sea and
The Open mind
The Open eyed
Come to Realize
Come to see something
(Of Art, or) Artificial:
A Postcard from a Royal Caribbean Cruise Ship Gift Shop
and the Overbearing banter makes us Vulnerable and the
Ocean will never cease to belittle the mind is overflowing
into a sudden.
And like thirsty sponges we,
(OH! What a Liberty I wish to Afford!)
What a Desire I have to FORGET
The (Long Story Short) burden I HOARD
Falling asleep as I try to Fall Asleep Before I Fall Asleep
From the Stagnant and Viral feeling…
My Mind draws a BLANK
Its a Madlib of Irrational Martyrdom; a
Complete MURDER of the Meta
When Dreams : C E A S E
(Like your Name on our Lease)
We Sign here: ___BEFORE___WE___READ___
Too far into (the Fine print) the intentions which
Corner us in Parking Lots of Thoughts with
Its not the route we take to the end but the
maze itself (despite Hindsight Amazement)
Which we condemn.
Fill in the blanks:
The Riddle is the Gem
Mass produced in
Neiman Marcus Where
The mere SWIPE of a
sweat and the
Ball point pen, when…
Case Closed; Transaction Complete
Spending the ALMIGHTY DOLLAR–that for
Which we compete– for what?
an economy obsolete?
another fossil fuel to deplete?
another forest to concrete?
another culture to defeat?
another war to repeat?
Are you thinking of the life
Underneath your feet?
Are we living the dream
just to make ends meet?
Are we hungry to be full,
Or Starving just to Eat?
BECAUSE OUR JACKET ZIPPER– ITS BROKEN
AND BROKEN EQUALS FUTILE–BROKEN LIKE
OUR HEARTS AND FUTILE LIKE OUR MINDS
AND WINTER? ITS COLD. LETS HIDE.
All the While…
We whistle Oblivious Melodies about
Credit Scores & Capitalist Caliber.
United We Stand, So Fragile we feel
As we stand (Suitcase in Hand) at the edge of the Harbor…
(The Ship: it is all that is Majestic!)
And with being so Gaudy,
We Remember to thank God for
(Third World Starvation)
As it outglistens the entire Ocean and the
Horizon’s Melting Hues
(You’ve never been on a cruise? Let me tell you…)
And we do not bother to Question whether:
the Boat’s Blinding-White Reflection,
Or our Momentary Apprehension
(of this MasterCard Bait & Plastic Power Fate)
Acts as the concerned parent covering our sight
From these waters in which we will Surely Drown.
And we frown, because
Our winter jackets cannot save us
And you can’t buy a life jacket
At Neiman Marcus.