#firstworld
When the smallest thing happens to me, I think:
"take my life away
just do it
i don't wanna be here anymore
like seriously,what the ****
kms."
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
An apple in a pinch
Waterfalls called out for toddlers, Father's
Sports fanatic sweater wearers week.
***** by Saturday,
By the phone in Vermont but from India
Inside of six days: Seven, holidays, prey animals;
No one even pretends to sleep anymore
Anywhere words and eye fluttering can be had.
No caves to scribble with history, all purchase
Buying-Power inscribed.
Just a brief day, sixteen hours or less
Maybe two midnights more.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
Always thinkin' bout somethin
Always talkin' bout nothin'
Always doin nothin'
quit talkin' bout it
Just keep sing sing sing sing sing sing singin along
don't make no decisions.
counter productive tunnel vision.
we're spinnin wheels, never shiftin gears, diggin ourselves deeper in the rut.
trying to escape the black hole still covered in regional sludge.
but what are ya gonna do?
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
we were just two more methland residents, dreams floating in our heads.
we were hoping to prove the american dream was not quite really dead.
but times sure change and so do dreams.
i guess.
We're not the next Spielbergs
We're not the next Mansons
we're too Fu^&ed; up for that.
but maybe some of our dreams won't die.
you and I can keep some alive.
We're not the next Clintons
We're not the next Tolstoys
we're not skilled enough for that.
I'll carry the 2.5 kids if you will buy the house.
They will paint the picket fence white and we'll hide
quiet as mice but acting like rabbits.
I'm not Ward and you're not June
but this will work out anyway.
we're not the next Cleavers
we're not the next Bradys
We're at least better than that.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
Blister bites
Beneath the skin
Of conflict wars
In ignorance
The border die
Was fixed at six
Symmetrical
To wilful sin
Change and change
Won’t come
Without collapse
Your lips
Your breath
Come without cracks and gasps
Your eyes
Your tears
Come without dust and fear
There’s something
Amiss
With the land we’re living in
Can’t quite
Place my
Ignorance on it
I once saw a man
Blended into the night
With a tarnished can and a sign
But everyone walked on by
I once saw a child
Work to death in the sun
With a knife and a gun
Against his back
First world?
Third world?
We live in the same world . . .
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
Dream your peace
Whilst the world rages
Go lie in your steel-walled sleep
Let the crueller men deceive
Let better men bleed
A sleeping mind for sleeping times
What’s another casualty?
Doesn’t affect me
So you let deflections become reflexes
Unknowingly
Happenstance you came to live
In first world palms, with first world eyes
Never looking back at second place
Least of all the third in line
Whatever gets you to sleep at night
With such birth rights,
With such languor
I will rule the world in my own mind
With such circumstantial, beneficial, superiority
I will turn a blind eye
To everybody’s suffering but mine
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC