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Going Nowhere

Generation Decay

Cyborg

The New Police

A sad end to a short story( a guided meditation on letting go)

No smiles and no good byes
I’m left alone in an empty room

Sometimes things just end
And that’s fine

And some things have no definite end
I’ll go on indefinite and quiet

No anger or animus
Just another day following the next

One domino topples another
All different but in the same way

But what lays at the end of the line
With all chyrons pointing to a false exit

I’ll follow mindless to the end
A promenade off a cliff face

Will you remember me at all?
In time everyone forgets

And I’ll forget you
And the time we had

Not out of spite or anything like that
It’s the looping tape in my head

It overwrites all my past friends 
And all the happy details

And I’ll remember something else instead 
And I’m sure you will as well

This is bittersweet 
This is the end
A sad end
To a short story

A Sad End To A Short Story (a Guided Meditation On Letting Go)

Hidden in dreams
A highway that stretches
Past where anyone sees

A need to be square
All ordered and fair
A box on the surface
A dybbuk in there

A light of a diner
Reflects off a billboard
Showcasing designer kids
With bleach blonde hair

It’s a sin
This sanitized life
Where all that is dirty
Is swept out of sight

The mockingbird tells you
That everything’s right
That everything’s square


So I write this all down
So I don’t forget it
Shen it creeps in my town
It eats up the roads 
And takes all our clothes
Leaves us with nothing
Til all that we are is exposed


It’s rock and roll
That the state can control
A gas station off of an access road
And the glint of a gun
And an entry denial
A manta black blindfold to follow the style
And you can’t hear the scream
It’s a distant black hole
That keeps swallowing things
Til its hard to control
It’s a sound underground
Its the mason your mouth
It’s the muzzle
It’s something far from profound

I've Been Simulated

Fever Visions

They’re painting over blood
They’re painting over creosote 
They’re bleaching the floors
This place will never be clean 

They’re renting it out already
You’re moving in your things
You put them into a box
To be thrown away when you die
 
This is hart island
Where broken hearts are buried
Mass graves for the disenfranchised 
This is project infinity 


There’s lead in the paint
There’s lead in you baby’s food
There’s crack in your blood
Your child screaming in the other room

You look at him through a crack in the door
You shut it quick to mask the sound
You hear a gun shot in the street
Gun shots are a normal sound

You can furnish a prison cell
That doesn’t change what it is
There’s still bars on the windows
There’s no escape from this life


The light in the hall
Flickers like a dying star
I wish upon that star
For rain

Now everything you’re looking for
is dead in a basement 
Locked up with a key
I keep in my pocket
Hear an angel’s chorus screaming
Loss of feeling
Loss of meaning
And everybody’s looking for god to bring
They’re all looking for an end
Everybody’s searching for a golden ring
But everything is fading in the grass
You know I’ve got no solution 
Got heroin
Got everything that will bring you to your knees 
Make you listen
Make you complacent 
Make you
Frictionless
I phase through structures
I am a ghost of a dying empire
I am the drug trade
I am cocaine
I am serfdom
You just complain
But everything is stuck in one place
I’m looking for a face 
I am looking for a meaning there
But there’s none there
Everything lost in the distance and I

Can’t scream
There’s bones crumbling on me
We’re lost in a blood red sea
Don’t talk about it
Can't talk about it

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