This and That
This and that.
Work; where do you work? I’m working at finding work.
Wednesday. 5pm.
Closed eyelids
Slumped shoulders.
These creatures
Male and female.
All of them?
Those genderless
Those. Not us. Not me. We don’t see.
Wired.
Coffee; headphones; this and that.
Tired and wired.
These creatures, are they alive?
They don’t see.
That’s all I see.
These caked female faces
Facades
Slip into my subconscious
Suddenly unconscious
Those stubbled and stumbling men trying to break away so they don’t break down
I look down, look away.
Wait.
This is pathetic.
That’s not life right?
Take me back
Take me there
I want to live without a care
I grasp at my passion
There is no need
It oozes out between the cracks of my fists
I cannot contain it all
It flows and it grows
Nothing stays
Nothing stays still
I fear I will drown
It takes all my will
This never ending fuel
What bullshit. Just look at peak oil.
I don’t want it to trickle out
Be used up
Getting nowhere.
But blow up and spread
I want it to fucking burn
Burn down this mall and destroy it all
WIth it, the lies.
The walls, which are built to segregate.
To isolate
No more deception
Just life
Just truth
No more this and that. no. neither. never again.
it never was
5pm. no.
Just one truth, indistinguishable from this or that.
(2013)
