Dream big son for
a declaration of who you are
To craft your own
identity and existence
In the infinite
options the blessing of continued successive breaths grants
Money work,
children, genetics, happiness
Endorphins,
sports, chucking, conversations
The obliteration
of boredom, depression
Modern man,
fabulous times
Vehicles,
criminal tendencies, anarchism
Political rant
vomit, indigestion, disagreement
Information,
demonstration, propagation for a faith
In anything, to
win an argument with an agnostic
Debauchery
burdened drunk that operates the buzzer
In my alarm clock
independent of such mandates as time zones
And day light
savings time, the sot bastard is cantankerous
His debate is
clogged with mush speak that is a rain of cinder blocks
You can not go
outside in that shit, umbrellas are feckless
I tried to see my
rainbow, but the cement in the cumulonimbus
Is pounding a
Verdi anvil chorus pocket-book propaganda cacophony
Your biggest mistake
son was wanting something
Sit down, do not
try, do not want, wanting is what started the rain
The flood, the
hurricane it all comes in tandem with the wanting
Close your eyes,
do not pray, do not wish,
Do not picture a
face when you masturbate, only skin and parts
The specific
identification will lead to crushed toes
Under door frames
attempting to wedge a suggestion before slam
Type, sort, do,
button push, file, and trounce the bulging urge to want
Commute, switch
to autopilot, re-commute to the idiot box
Ingest microbes,
power down, insomnia repeat
The aurora
borealis is a laser light show of chicanery
Seventy-two hour
work day, already had a lunch break
Drown in the al
dente savoring bite of ethics
Flavors twinge
with the seasons and in all is a disdain
That none of this
makes a God damn bit of sense alone
Streets on fire,
burn me, I don’t give a fuck anymore
All the faces are
meaningless, pointless, occupied
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