i told you so or format all drives & keep your fingers & feelings to yourself

how to mend
this flesh and bone,
i don't know.

you take things apart
to see what's inside,
end up missing
parts.

you cry your face through
the loose mask,
the leakage reminds
of gauze;
of hospice.
trembling mimetics,
trembling all 22.

deep crack down the middle
up swept brow
unsettling loss of
control
shit,
a genuine
 human falling apart.
terminal.

neurotransmiter reset in 31536000- 1 and counting

mime on neuroleptics,
i can't relax my face.

migraine.

the supposed rapture
turned out to be
a centripetal acceleration,

shit circling the drain.
circling the drain.

hands in the air
&
make some noise;
shit circling the drain.

sewer sweet sewer.

there is something hopelessly romantic about social revolution pt.3

it is not quite daydreaming

if you smell the smoke.
,
& my peripheral vision is on fire
all 360 degrees of it.

a lack of effective options
for bomb
delivery;
as all & everyone
has become
the enemy.

these days,
true revolution exhausts itself
in suicide.

animal trap

hormones drive the meaT
superimposed
nearly impossible to beat.

give in

the only way out
is the way in.
way out
way in.

out.
in.

hypnotizing.
relentless.
give in.

superstructure sets,

sets like lead.
like lead

no,
like neutrons.

hardwired.
wet
control
humiliating
hardcoded
give in.

cognitive dissonance or surprising persistence of happy memories & other unwanted junk

miss her in every & all ways.
      the sheer injustice of
      not being able
      to afford the treatment,
stales the air.

a fine,
fine sadness suspended in space
beauty clean of cliche.

nostalgic grin
&
dry lips.

    injustice
no abstract concept,
just a stupidly inflicted
self injury.
yes.

in every & all ways.

pulling batteries out of clocks,
silence anchors all bullshit
in just the right spot.
just the right spot.
     block out the visual
                          image
                          memory
her beauty in sleep.