A language exchange, terses verbal onslaught, Translates An uncomfortable description: “Read.” Curled toes bargain with the heartbeat, pace alone Comforts the options Diagnosed through an inquiry, anxiety insisted upon. Begins the comparison Against personal actions, to those performed By others. ‘If this meant that…’ ‘I did this before…’ ‘It must mean that…’ Infant interactions, definedContinue reading “…just stay home”
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Panopticon Viewership for Influencers
1. A history text-book was left open on the dashboard, Through the windshield, read a statement, highlighted in green: “The State is a recent invention.” Accepting this concept, Martha entered the Mall And proceeded to shoplift various items She considered crucial for her survival. Red eyeshadow to disguise her laugh-lines. Make-up remover wipes to take-offContinue reading “Panopticon Viewership for Influencers”
Ode to City Parks as Metaphor for the Tax-Gap
City Park’s Grass Acclimates to foot-traffic, Folds Like two parallels, never to meet. Trophy fabric Succumbs to the wind And smacks its clamp Against the metal flag-pole. Clouds become Objects Familiar to imperial culture. “I see a bear!” “I see a bull!” Inside a shadow. Is it human? Light pollution Mired in smoke plumes CurlsContinue reading “Ode to City Parks as Metaphor for the Tax-Gap”
An Ending Suited for Regicide
An adorable suicide, Impacts the recall from dream state To waking life. Taunting nightmare happenings To include catch phrases Synonymous with political campaigns. Illusions which trapped curators, who meant to establish options For personhood, Instead Dictated dream state analysis. Flatland suggests a ledge to peer over, the concept of length directs shadows to retreat insideContinue reading “An Ending Suited for Regicide”
A Brief History of Neo-Liberalism
Nocturnal dust hibernates behind the refrigerator And taunts the compressor by remaining still, Despite daylight’s winded attempts To achieve relevance Through an accidental chore. Open the door. See the light. Capitalists patented canned-air to combat stillness. Communists huff canned-air to escape oxygen. Appropriate nomenclature for neo-liberal idolatries Affiliates the evolution of morals With advances inContinue reading “A Brief History of Neo-Liberalism”
Sad Person Qualifications
Top floor apartments shelter stair noises, no longer content belonging to levels, they die where brick and stucco meet the morning fog. But the hollow footsteps compete for space within the soundscape, challenging my neighbors, arguing in Spanish, deaf translations to my English trained brain, it’s the tone I recognize and door slams and whimpering,Continue reading “Sad Person Qualifications”
Nobody Likes a Clown Without their Mask
Plastic mask taunted water-marks, brandishing its translucent features under rain-fall, bending where a neck would go and peering up to count each raindrop as they struck and slid and blended in with puddles and pools. “A puddle counts as one name.” Plastic mask announced their decision much to the water’s dismay, as it wanted toContinue reading “Nobody Likes a Clown Without their Mask”
The Standard Model
Cellular assemblage utilized for marketing products: “THIS paper skin CONTAINS MILLIONS OF C(s)ELLS! THE BEST IN THE BUSINESS!” Reality solicits convenience and sensory experience finalizes the transaction. Real world patrons divest their human features and auction them to bidders, Who contain the same organic alignments sold by the merchants. A higher quality of dust ContoursContinue reading “The Standard Model”
Ghosts Haunting the Coup d’etat
An abandoned spider web, attached to a suburban chimney cap, pilfers its attraction to lonely debris, grabs pollen rolling over the shingles and hoists it like a flag. Clouds encase the backdrop, challenge the pollen and webbing to define “pure white.” Ghosts are translucent, forgotten and haunt places for attention. Bleached air is toxic toContinue reading “Ghosts Haunting the Coup d’etat”
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Cardboard boxes, stacked before the dumpster, Simplified access To raccoons, who ate like royalty, gorging on trash. Cardboard crumples when wet and rainfall Exchanged convenience for knowledge. Egg yolk Bespeckled with blood spots, Stayed the predator’s hand And examined the concept Of what could’ve been. NO. Life becomes. Life doesn’t happen. Dog urine Perfumed theContinue reading “(insert recycled sitcom trope here)”
