Bukowski had it
the writing shoots from my soul
I don't care about babies or puppies
or rhyming anymore
Give me a fat cigar
and a deep whiskey
and I can write you a sonnet
of ******* and
write you a love poem
I do not mean
I type what comes out
and I'm tired of hearing about tulips and butterflies
If you think you've got it all figured out
but you're working a job you hate
then the only thing you've figured out
is that you don't know what to do
You don't know that life is about living
that money is necessary, but awful
and that truly living is actually about living
Do you thing the trees give half a ****?
do you think that the flowing rivers care about internet speed?
do you think that your facebook friends would show up at your funeral
If only the world would shut down
if the digital, virtual world would stop
I'd grab a number 2 pencil and write
and jab a hole in the brain of modern society
and it would bleed money
it would bleed greed
it would bleed capitalism and success
and it would die
instead of my worn out soul
trying to swim in a sea of useless information
a sea of virtual *****
and then I would truly live
I dress up and smile
and treat you like I love you
You eat it up
and feel worth
but if I met you in the street
I would could ignore you
It's only because you meet me at my job
that I have to act like you are worth everything
When I come to your 9-5
you have to do the same
As though we are not men and women
we play this sacred game.
If I saw you in the street
I would ignore you
But when you come to my 9-5
I must adore you
Or risk getting my pay
so I can eat and live and be
This dance of men and women
this capitalistic ritual
that makes the world turn
and kills the inner being
of those who dance
for each other
It is a lie
Today's words are totally mindless but not factless.
indications are that the bananas are gone
the rowdy humanoids were responsible
where did the herd come from
is immunity now futile...?
yes, we have no bananas, we have no bananas today
Brian Hill - 2020 # 163
Find your own bananas...
Don't ask me how I've been
That's no longer your privilege
Don't try to care now when you couldn't care then
Don't start pulling at my heart unless you're ready to commit
It's too soon to be friends
is to be
inspired by Emily Dickinson
going back in time
to right the wrongs of your life
is a futile wish
learning from your mistakes is not
For the last four months, the gears usually churning in my head have halted to an eerie stop. I can't recall anything passed and I can't think of anything new. Dust accumulated on gears big and small making them appear certainly abandoned. It was joined by cobwebs and the spiders who willed them into existence. If I concentrate hard enough I'm sure I will feel them crawling around looking for any sign of life or sustenance. Perhaps these poor creatures are out of luck. I think next, the rust will start to form, and then I will really be in trouble. It will corrode every last piece of metal and take no regard for the way it destroys me. Slowly, the gears will turn orange, and then brown, and then they will cease to exist at all. And that is when I will truly be a lost cause. I guess in a way I'm only getting what I’ve always wanted: for the gears to take a break, to stop churning so mercilessly all the time, to stop working countless possibilities over and over and over again. The most futile effort I’ve ever known. When the gears fall, I think I will be normal. Finally, in correspondence with the people I see around me, I will be just the same. Feigning happiness will not be required, because maybe I will just feel it.
What you're discovering now
I've lived that years ago.
Things you thought were impossible
I've seen it a long time coming.
All that was, called crazy,
Now everything's plain stupidity!
Surrounded by futile mind,
Have I become one of them?
Or am I still crazy?
Am I gullible or not?
Why listen to you, or what?
Your opinion does not rate!
Totally futile, great!
What would an Einstein say?
Why listen to BS anyway?
You don't have to like me,
I don't have to believe thee,
Not everyone likes everyone else,
I get to please myself!
Bit of rant, feedback welcome.