See You at The Breakers

[johnnyruin]

what's going on
what's going on
what's going on
what's going on
what's going on
what's going on
what's going on with you?

i'm back from where
rich people go to die
people who eat bad art
and scan watches endlessly
with nowhere to be
the sky opens its
tremendous jaws and
sucks up our souls
while the trees watch
uneasy, screaming in
their crucified roots
they stutter in languages
we don't understand
struggling like birds
against the wind
i walk through
vast expanses of
expensive emptiness
the girls with
clockwork smiles
look through everyone
with diamond eyes
that shake with the
dead weight of sadness
forever undetected
private doctors diagnose
seasonal depression
prescribe designer dresses
and sixty dollar salads
the ocean masks the stench
of all their rotting money
melting out of pockets to
form puddles on the sidewalk
sucked up by the sun and
deposited in clouds that rain
change on Wednesday morning
obliterating buildings and
breaking all the bridges
starting fires in the storefronts
cold wings took me away
i left without looking back
there wasn't any need to
money brought everything down
and the ocean swallowed the rest