We are being destroyed by advertising
We are like broken pieces of cardboard
Our astral faces are printed on the backs
Of empty milk cartons tossed into the ethers
Fed on scarcity and internet dreams of modeling
With broken hopes we spend our lives meandering
Yet we are fooling ourselves and others
Our barnyards are empty
Can we trust our hearts more than our apathy
Plenty of people are dying young and lonely
These falling arrows following their own trajectories
I seethe with anger at this ineffable insanity
I say f@#! it anyway
Have you ever wondered why our ancestors didn’t sleep
While you take my fingers and bend them beneath you

Jettison the weapons
Of everlasting happiness
We are sentimental accidents
******* the equators
And salivating waiters
We assume we are alone but it's a foolish hope
Instead we resent your intangible laughter
Stand against the rafters
We are dreaming of liberation
Still we are shaking in our dressing rooms
Like confused teenagers
Who eat alligator mustard
Those salty incubation periods
Where we swallowed buckets of sadness
Like mouthfuls of burnt toast
This soap is soft and bubbly
And now we get lost
In our own homes on the daily
These poems speak to us softly
Yet you seek what is costly
I need nothing that i don’t already own

Love is a poem
So remember the phone-calls you made
Yesterday's sunrise fell on our faces
And we hid against the windy tides
Those retired auto dealers
And our ancient healers are weeping
They're just about ready to sell you their souls