from what I see.
adapting interiority
to everything the outside has.
accidental disasters clarify
power and bad dreams of good people.
I stepped on a tack,
and left it in my heel for a week.
I wanted to walk like pain,
her rotting soul, left over love.
dare to try to see the world
as a sneeze that is now a nosebleed.
it will soon end in brain-dead guile,
corruption on a scale unseen, and the end of apathy.
I hate your Facebook protests,
a pompous look-at-me scheme,
and the legion of 'Likes' it gets
by dumb-dumbs who do nothing but click.
my eyes hurt
from what I hear.
adapting exteriority
to everything in-house.
this car wreck will finish
with an explosion and a single social media post.