Somewhere past
the miles & miles
of gameface
Where your
hurt feelings
receive neither
apology nor acclaim
Where people hunger
for more
than
red herring
Where all of the
stifled
facial expressions
are forced
to confront
one another
(but only for lack
of cellphone reception)
Where demons cannot
be held at bay
nor itches
scratched
A place where
your voice fits
in my ear
no better than
my foot fits
in your ass
Where the urgency
w/ which
we put on
each new mask
is less abt hiding
than it is abt hoping
that the mask
is still warm
from when
someone else
wore it last
It’s the exit
that everyone passes
on their way
to Otherwise
A world of convenience
where children are born
w/ their spirits
already broken
Where even
a generation lacking
moral compass
knows enough abt
Compromise
to measure the
distance b/w
hippies & hipsters
Where not even
a million internets
could get me to
hold your hand
Where those who haven’t
been LOL’ed to sleep
by the incessant hum
of human activity
still sing the blues
A world where adjectives
& adverbs modify
nothing, since everyone
is fashionably obstinate
Where the Numbers
always win
because even
your indifference
has been calculated
Where we need
only two dimensions
to placate
one another
All is for
the Beast
in this
the only world
that is
currently available
Where we dream of
a discrepancy
b/w worlds
brave & new
& a grt big pile
of neverending
Suck.
