this poem is a kick in the 66
Stare for a moment, shrug, ignore, and forget
Purchase your fries and burgers; rest and exist
Follow the Monday-morning oozing routine
Cog in the big machine of agony’s groan
Sacred rubies-of-information fall in the ideodumpster of boredom
Briefly stare at a text, and then ignore and forget it; conform in a system
Macaroni and cheese is on a plate on a table with pencil and paper
There are people who know and care that I’m a survivor who tries to recover
Any voice in any wilderness can become another’s voice
Life’s quintessential moments dissolve a sense of dark loss
Set in the west, and take a deep breath before you go to your grave
Breathe deep; an open window has always been a real salve
Love the air, each and every molecule
All the sane minds are closed and cynical
I’m a text-whore for all the literate
Read me now; tell me I’m articulate
All that is left is some posterity’s hope
Go and believe that urgent-vision is hype
Follow the script that broken-spirits accept
Stare for a moment, shrug, ignore, and forget
Purchase your fries and burgers; rest and exist
Follow the Monday-morning oozing routine
Cog in the big machine of agony’s groan
Sacred rubies-of-information fall in the ideodumpster of boredom
Briefly stare at a text, and then ignore and forget it; conform in a system
Macaroni and cheese is on a plate on a table with pencil and paper
There are people who know and care that I’m a survivor who tries to recover
Any voice in any wilderness can become another’s voice
Life’s quintessential moments dissolve a sense of dark loss
Set in the west, and take a deep breath before you go to your grave
Breathe deep; an open window has always been a real salve
Love the air, each and every molecule
All the sane minds are closed and cynical
I’m a text-whore for all the literate
Read me now; tell me I’m articulate
All that is left is some posterity’s hope
Go and believe that urgent-vision is hype
Follow the script that broken-spirits accept
Stare for a moment, shrug, ignore, and forget