media is mediocre
media medicates us &
our minds are now
                              malnourished w/ wants (not needs)

& desire now burns like
                      summer bonfires quickly
                      spreading & destroying
                      what we see as
                                                 familiarity
another season, another round of
above ground madness because
the latest trend, we just can't afford it

              & our hands continue to clutch tightly
              around connecting pieces & our brains
              are screaming

"HOW WILL THE WORLD SURVIVE WITHOUT ME BEING IN IT AT ALL TIMES?!"

& now, it's a constant flow of
this & that & how can I make
that surge stop? there must
be a way of silencing these
bombs of technological

w
a
r
f
a
r
e

the world is a falling bomb
                  a shooting star w/ no place
                  left to go but comatose
destinations, reinvention of something new
                                         something smiling
                                         something worth the cost of

an eyesight so beautiful
a sunset so memorable
a peace
            & ash will always caress

the world is a ticking clock
                  a broken dinner plate too close to the edge
              & a memory of days spent running in wet grass
glass fills our lungs & we breathe in shards of
sunlight desperation
                                this highway is magnetic w/ joy & I'm happy
                                to go w/ these amicable tides

this is freedom
in hearts this is freedom in
             buildings thrown on foundations of
this is freedom to speak
                       to raid your mind
                       to ride your ready-made thoughts
                       to blow the sky away

one day
at a time