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that crap coffee,
work
lunch at the diner
come on
whine a little more,
the door that's locked
the profiles that are blocked
the things we can't see that are
hidden from you and denied to me
cute girls with obtuse angles
the way your hair tangles up
another crap cup of coffee,
blame it all on the algorithm,

if it gets you through the day
even if it's wrong
do it anyway.

I went fishin' and caught
fifteen plastic bags
blamed it on the algorithm.
Riz Mack Sep 13
such majesty

a nightjar call


eyes of a tragedy

after the fall


sprawling winter

baleful

gleaming


pale steps

hinter


ever redeeming


those before

swallowed whole


a horizon to go
Riz Mack Aug 2
My outrages grow
Through summer and spring
Pretty petals of yellow and pink
I tend to them in daily fashion
Growing them lofty is my passion

My incense, made of citrus and pine
Will leave you witless
Smelling divine
Displayed on a flimsy shelf I made
At just the right height
To hold your eyesight

My offendeds
Are of the finest genus
I won't pretend they're original
Seeing as the variations are thousands
And seedless
But just between us
It's easy to keep up
Spreading stones through the glass
Like a **** does
"you find me offensive
I find you offensive
for finding me offensive"
Riz Mack Jul 17
Clinically depressed
the clinic's a frickin mess
clinician's under stress
popping patients' cipralex
at her dinky off-white desk
still wearing last night's dress
reminiscing on the days
when she just tried her best

Head won't give it a rest
wishing she'd failed the test
could have been an insta queen
at least got in on the tiktok scene
instead she feels bereft of the chance
to take a breath

She'd rather take a slap
than see another fat smackhead
but she has to pay the rent or
start living in a tent
"It's a living"
that's her mantra
written on the pens
and every one they send
is another couple cents

So she just pretends that
what she does makes sense
punters in
prescriptions out
no time to make amends
patience measured in pence
she can potentially spend
perpetuating searches for
that promised happy end
"something kind of sad about
the way that things have come to be"
Every morning they meet
Make a circle and perform, child like activities
Left leg in the circle and right hand out,
up above, pointing to the sky
And laugh out loud
A forced one it sounds
And then someone, who understands the joke, late
The activity
They are a group of people coming from different walks of life
Different ages, bracket same
Every morning they meet and laugh out their lungs, unnecessarily
Some nursing a wound
Visible in the eye, not physically
They share a laugh, but no jokes
Every morning they follow a ritual
Which sets them free
Even if temporarily
They know, they have done their part
Working their lives, duties done
Earning, their time now, spending for themselves as they please
They know that life is quick, lived in moments
Fast, sometimes short
So they laugh out loud, unnecessarily
For they have found a way
To make some noise
Out in the parks
And in the gardens
Part of the society
They have cared enough
Now they know,they should take care of their hearts and the knees
Some may have the creaking ones
Yet they walk, a stick to hold
Not worries,  certainly
Life has shown them a way to live
Some find it hard, initially
But learn, from others
Who have learned it too
Everyone leads and follows
One at a time
A leader, a follower
Arms raised
No fingers to point
Laugh out loud
No jokes shared
They know they can
Laugh unnecessarily
To live, they have understood
It is necessary to laugh, unnecessarily
Riz Mack Jul 11
come, look
see painted walls

see crime
see heart
see the last light fall
on abandoned halls

hear the running still
of a silvery river
through slivers
of a stricken city

time rushed away

run your fingers
up the rusted rails
flanking gate and chain
and with the same disdain
they show you

climb steady

taste the silt
stand
with wilted pillars
drunk on verdant shores

breathe a new sound
feel the stifled air
of a cloudless night
languish in your lungs

come, look
fresh walls to paint
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