THE FACE OF DEATHGLO FEAR

well 

youre a person
just a person
like an everyday person
of meat & appetites & deathglo fear 

well
youre just collateral damage

everyday collateral damage
in the culture wars

bullshit timewaste

of impetus & ignorance & fear

& i am happy to see you 

lighting the grey retrograde streets

of the plumb citys boar

with your optimist flags
of freedom & future & fandango 

in the face of everyones deathglo fear

MY THERAPIST DISAGREES

if ignorance is bliss
then my assumption
that
the
gormless grinning masses
know nothing
of their land & plight
is correct

my therapist disagrees
but i seen him
in his quarter-zip m&s knitwear

out there

with the al fresco tossers
smiling at their frappuccinos
in the streetside city exhaust

just another 

poundshop dalai lama

throwing code words

at the encroaching dark

  

THE BLESSINGS ABACUS

full time
struggle pup
half wishes
for ignorance

half wishes
but

also
holds close

the 
neon demon knowing

~

full time
struggle pup
prevails & survives

with
slow 
deliberate
monk like
garden
patrol

full time
struggle pup-

well
his blessings abacus
got the paint worn off

~

today
theres
minimalist 
birdsong
infrequent

birds are 
disruption scattered

& slow to the call

today

~

there is
a gentle chaos
in dawns
sly function creep

the wind blows 
the wifi away
&
the overfarmed
magnetic field 
tumbles
lost
minibeasts
into
my
anxious paw

& my blessings abacus-

well
its got the paint wearing off

HAPPINESS DOESNT HAVE TO BE IGNORANT THO IT MOSTLY IS

put your daily paper down
&
clutch your plastic zen
&
smile like theres no fear
&
discard the how and when
&
breath inside your belly-mind
&
breath out again and then - 
                  
be happy on purpose
or
as
close
as
you
can
get
in the flat burn of this undone world

once youre there
youll find a reason - hide in a tree
                      chase a bee
                      dissolve the me

cos 
what 
the 
hell 
else 
do you do ?

when negativity dont get you thru ?

from christyslifelessons.com

SLEEP WALKING INTO A PAPER BACK DYSTOPIA

someone
somehow
give me POWER
to wield
from the
slacks of suburbia

dont try
feed me 
fried IGNORANCE
for lunch
in the
drive-thru happy-hour  

and dont
lube up
&
slip in RELIGIONS
tired
airport
fiction
thats parole forever

cos shit
&
damn it
we done
sleep walked NUMBED
into 
a cheap
paper-back dystopia
happy
with new
promises
of more
Star Wars extravaganzas

from downwithtyranny.blogspot.com - Idiocracy