Taking a moment with the pen
'fore I lose it...
and my mind.
Preoccupied with puppies,
and passions,
and pain.
Too aware of what most
deem modern life
the way it begs and pleads
and threatens
to eventually absorb and pacify
nullify relativity
nullify abstract thought
to crush with the concave fist of
debt
which will, over time,
dissolve all determination
to live
healthy, and
alive.
Still it remains
him and I
with our
them
to keep us focused.
And we fight and fuck
like the animals we are.
Tooth and claw, growl and thrash,
biting,
bleeding,
to the
compassionate apology.
Detachment, and dissolution.
Intoxicate and correct
(to never really correct.)
Perhaps I should study
Human Behaviour Modification
of the
urban apes.
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