Tuesday, August 12, 2014

All our lives,
A public display.
Exhibitionist fashion persistent,
So transparent;
So undone by deprivation.
Seeds a reason
Not to ask the hard questions,
Rather decipher fragmentary
Thought, and assume
To know the cause.

Put the machine down a minute.
Put your face before your face,
Look deep and long and see.
Put down the machine goddammit.
You have to admit it's all just shit.
There's nothing worth saving
In this temporary, superficial game.

So much work
Just to get at how you tick,
And all this time I've realized
How the heart of the matter
Just isn't in it,
Just not near,
And further from you
Do I get with the more I
Soak up page by page.
But you weren't there;
Say a bunch of things
But you're always hiding, dear.

Put the machine down this instant.
Put your face before my face,
Look deep and long and know.
Put the machine down for good.
I must admit it's really quite tragic,
When electricity becomes enigmatic
To the point where I don't know
Anyone anymore.

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