the engine of a city roared
a million thoughts dancing with no one to say them
we held it in,
cowered our heads
the lines were there,
so we stayed inside these wishes.
the boundaries were too tough to break
living within these walls
we gave up.
how’s that for a tombstone.
a touch of distracted culture,
if we become what we consume then
we’re nothing more than fragments.
a bunch of walking headlines
and surface level glimpses into who we really are.
if we are what we consume.
if we aren’t then maybe we have a chance
a great big breath for something greater.
we can shine our human lights bright
their cracks and all.
and move beyond this fragmentary universe
and see that masquerading as a mask,
is empty indeed.
give me that rare,
give me that smile,
and chipped tooth.
give me that love,
that breaks you, because it’s the wrong kind.
give me that flavor of boredom,
where reality really shines though.
within all this mass abbreviation
there has to be something real.
within these million lines of prose
there has to be substance, right?