social framework

pencil thin
pencil thin
walls caved in
if you call it
i’ll give
if you double
down
i’ll win
i’ll win

shelf it
swallow it
wall it in
dancing
on air
while the others
are gasping

pencil thin
pencil thin
your motive
your ego
your collapsing
always taking
fever collecting
the cost of
capitalism
you win
they win

melt it
hammer it
forge it within
burning out
oxygen
while the others
are gasping

i draw the
last breath
i win

second, to nothing

you said
i’m ready
to leave
i’ve lost
the connection
wasted
my time
and need
a new direction
there is
no one else
i’m just
speaking
truth
never meant
to deep root

what you
really meant
was
you would rather
be alone
than be
with me
i am
second
to nothing

you, stayed

you chose
nothing.

i accepted
this
and pray
something
never comes
along.

like, charles

i know
the world
as it was
as
it is
as it
will be
i see the
truth
of society
the dragging
feet
of their
depravity

i know
my muse
her joy
it eludes
and dilutes
the pain
as obtuse
or absent
as it may
seem
it inspires me

i know
the clock
it robs us
time is
a trap
that cages
birds who
dare to
fly free

i am the myth
the ethos
i am
the scree
that rolls
loose
until it
covers me

i know
the mountain
the
insurmountable
the climb of
of climbs
the hollow
metal rod
the distant
echo of
wind chimes
i know all this
because
like, charles
i know
all to well
our lack of
humanity

from the eyes of a lion

npr plays, morning edition. the soothing voice calmly relays the latest news highlights. he wanders along the path – as his focus teeters from news updates to fantasy. what could i do with a $100 million…wow southern america is fucked.

the sky is gray. just like yesterday. pretty much every day this time of year. if you need a steady predictable life – you’ll definitely want to come here. i mean no disrespect. that is, from some points of view the above statement is the upmost compliment. there are those who need a constant force diving their destiny, he agrees.

on the edge of the horizon. a thin rail of light bursting through the clouds catches his eye. it’s not the sun or light reflecting off the high rises in the distance. it’s too high to be a plane or drone from the base. a meteor? he chuckles beneath his breath and scans the north side of the bay.

dream for days, asleep for hours.

watch time unfold, he thinks as his fingers carve ribbons of color through the air. each step is thorazine heavy yet featherweight. this contradiction.

his teeth hurt and pull loose from his mouth. in replicating ever replacing rows like a great white shark.

i can talk the talk, oh i reinvented the walk. he can feel these words course through him, taste them in the air and slowly unravels the meaning of life. i speak the truth from the tip of my forked tongue. i have been chosen because i see from the eyes of a lion.