I am a consumer.

[postcardheart]

A eulogy.
To evolution.
Revolution.
Solution.
Genetic.
Phonetic.
Let's talk.
Dieretic.
Deities.
The mighty
clinging to the illusions
we can't go wrong.
Dealing with abandonment
feigning our beliefs
just to get through
this life
that narcotic.
Dog spit.
Mind vomit.
It'd be worth while
if you even had it
a mind, that is.
And we're just here
to waste it
body space.
Adjecent.
Parallel.
Ferrel cat.
Next door neighbor
pitch a tent
you can't even begin to afford this glamor.
Hammer.
Anorexia
into my picture
because I couldn't imagine it being any bigger
than these "feed me I'm so fucking hungry"
corporate polocies.
You mean absolutely nothing to me.
I'm fading.
Quickly relaying these messages of unanswered questions
to my un-born-never-want-them-to-be-children
we have lost them
they never had us.
And if I could have just one wish
I wouldn't.
There is nothing left to wish for
it's too late.
But I am here
this is the long haul
though I should have been done hours ago.
Everybody's pressing
play
but nobody's listening
and hearing is a completely different aspect
deaf is what we're good at.
Blind.
Non-action-activist.
Consume me consumer.
I want it.
Immunize me.