Toothlessjoe
2008-11-24, 15:37
The worst thing happened today and
it reminded of that which I always knew but
I forgot: economy is essence
bound and wrought every bullshit day
of cleaning the cat hair off the ceiling fan and
rewashing the dishes and vacuuming--
God, how much we've sucked up so calculated
and unintentional and sadly.
I don't know where this is going.
I remember, so long ago, I said the same thing but
meant something else.
Some of us can move in with our parents and some
will die on the streets. I've already tried the former;
why not the last?
---
I thought about ending it there amidst the questions and
cold retrospection. I thought I might
end it here
but it has yet to stop
like a poem
like a novel
about a man
who becomes a god
and kills himself
with it.
---
The Buddhist in me says accept the inevitability
of change but I gave it to the fallen already.
They accepted it.
The Red in me says this happens, this happens
and you
you fucking fool, you
you should've known better than this.
Some might have called you a class traitor.
Others would call you a man.
---
Life is too much for metaphors and trickery
or not enough for me. Fuck literature, fuck
Poetry, poetry,
Poetry! I've tried so much
to mask my pollution with these things
these beasts
these whores
these rats
Gusanos
Traitors
Fuck-alls, be-alls
masturbatory madmen
pompous academic gag reflexors, no!
I'm done. Fuck it. I'm done.
I can't even hide
this thing.
it reminded of that which I always knew but
I forgot: economy is essence
bound and wrought every bullshit day
of cleaning the cat hair off the ceiling fan and
rewashing the dishes and vacuuming--
God, how much we've sucked up so calculated
and unintentional and sadly.
I don't know where this is going.
I remember, so long ago, I said the same thing but
meant something else.
Some of us can move in with our parents and some
will die on the streets. I've already tried the former;
why not the last?
---
I thought about ending it there amidst the questions and
cold retrospection. I thought I might
end it here
but it has yet to stop
like a poem
like a novel
about a man
who becomes a god
and kills himself
with it.
---
The Buddhist in me says accept the inevitability
of change but I gave it to the fallen already.
They accepted it.
The Red in me says this happens, this happens
and you
you fucking fool, you
you should've known better than this.
Some might have called you a class traitor.
Others would call you a man.
---
Life is too much for metaphors and trickery
or not enough for me. Fuck literature, fuck
Poetry, poetry,
Poetry! I've tried so much
to mask my pollution with these things
these beasts
these whores
these rats
Gusanos
Traitors
Fuck-alls, be-alls
masturbatory madmen
pompous academic gag reflexors, no!
I'm done. Fuck it. I'm done.
I can't even hide
this thing.