If "inhumane" means
"Not like a human",
How come only humans
Can be inhumane?

The day begins
And "God: The Television Show" screams,

"Its feeding time,
Shut the **** up,

Pay your taxes,
Pray to the dead feds,

Don't look this way,
Don't believe that way.

Stay docile and keep your
MUZZLES ON!"

"My way is the right way
and there is no such thing as left"

My gut tells me God
Doesn't watch her own show.

I've turned left,
And I've been left
To my devices.

Death is tomorrow,
Life is today,

Now.
Here, crooning symmetry,
I'll stay.

The
Word
"Worthless"
Is
Worth
Less
Than
Silence,
You
*******.

Cloistered in clumsy love,
Men make boys of their days,
Nights of their eyes,
Blades of their scent.

Cloistered in clumsy love,
Women make girls of their minds,
Rain of their will,
Pens of their hips.

Save us from the terror,
Save us from each other.

I haven't seen the sun for days.
I missed it so much
I forgot how much I hate it.
You're like a cherub
With its guts on the floor.
Like the poppy and
Its black venom.
I tried to get tired,
Now I'm out of steam.
The engine crawls to its feet
To sweat out my insomnia.
Floral engagement.
Married arrangement.
Dystopian harpischord sings
In my ear.
I'll bottle your scent
To make up for my
Dopamine deficiency.
My eyes are fossilized.
Give me
Suboxone with the Irish juice please.

I stepped outside in my gloom fuzz,
With black clouds strapped to my back.
I even grimace at children nowadays.

On the path to my mailbox,
Hunched over myself,
Eyes chained to the pavement,
I felt the urge to glare at the sun
And witness as it glared right back.

A sunbeam of empathy,
Drooling light into my bruises,
She slapped me with her
Warm-honey white palm,
And for the first time this year
I'm glad to be alive.

The ugly jazz in your stride,
Your snow drenched tombstone simper,
And your bruised peach overcoat of skin
Have been dethroned but
Will never be replaced.
My hearts a museum and
You're the big T-Rex all the kids came to see.