Who reads poetry anyway
even novels go unread
as I dread
not getting one last word in
its an instant world
with no need
for anyone
to stop and smell the roses
entropy is the instinct
of our design
always trying
to pull our shit together
to make some sort of order
in which to follow
its hollow
and hard to swallow
imagine it as
a cosmic coconut
our earth
is the only salvation
the [...]

Everyone is watching and waiting
for the moment to burst
into a thousand tiny spectacles
off to the horizon
hovering around the clouds
everyone in their own worlds
paralyzed by the human condition
forcing smiles
taking miles in an endless
romp of numbing sensations
she puts a story on him
as he is writing novels
on every passing face
a once protagonist
turned conformist
paying the bills
an anarchist
who pays taxes
sometimes
I [...]

I look down at my hands
and it is as if
I am expecting greatness
when I would settle for brilliance
and left with onomatopoeia
my generation has bought
into the individual identical con
everyone is a hero
but no one is a martyr
we progress towards year zero
in search of the peaceful POW
everyone gets it wrong
we are illusions
myths that become [...]

There was all the time in the world
but not for mortals
our perishable beings
in the peril of our
crow black era
the human condition
all alone desperation
spreading worse than cancer
we look for answers
in our suffering
accept death
for all its worth
we are just dirt
recycled waste
burning the pyre
of our own existence
the tender bending
of our binding blindness
everyone is on the [...]