The Way It’s Looking

Too eager to die we play hard
prove self or something

Truth serum drips through
leak on thought bubbles

Time after time after years, I don’t know
what time is what adulthood is

We are stuck swimming or drowning
at home in personal video games

Bart Simpson skateboards UFO police hummers
mom’s safe at home with the cats

Where can we keep running?
When can we slow down?

Catch the penultimate buzz of life never
so where we go it does not matter

Caress maniacally  a carnival of bigotry and hate
losing our humanoid egg-heads

Becoming fans of darkness
black spiders spinning webs

Not to realize the magnitude of spirals spun
lost in jest a forever maze.

written in Chicago, 2010.

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